Garrett Duke

Standing at the ledge of the cliff, Bo finds himself drowning in sadness and dispair as if he had been sucked under quick sand with no hope of getting out. The more time passes the more his thoughts and emotions build around him, controlling him as if he had been hypnotized. Hypnotized by the events of the past two weeks, of Paul's everlasting effects upon him and his family, tearing everything he stood for apart. If only he could have Luke sit down and listen, maybe. . . Though deep down, Bo knows that there is little to no hope of Luke listening to a word he says as long as Paul is there to control things. Heck, through the two weeks he had been here, he had even found himself at odds with Jesse and Daisy as they had quietly seemed to take Luke's side. Not just because they honestly confessed to Rosco of him throwing the first punch, but because they believed that he, Bo, was jealous of Paul's relationship with Luke. Claiming him to be jealous of Paul, just because Luke had been spending more time with Paul than him. Quietly, he had been a bit at odds at the fact that Luke would chose Paul over him, shoving him aside for some stranger. But that had nothing to do with his accusations towards Paul being trouble. Trouble was, was that Bo had little to no evidence to back him up; he had only overheard a conversation he had over the phone claiming he had everything in control now that Luke had fallen hook line and sinker. And when Bo had stated that to Luke and Jesse, Luke had flat out called him a liar and Jesse scolded him for spreading rumors with nothing to back it up with. Or Daisy telling him that he needs to relax and to be happy for Luke. That it all wasn't about him. Through all that, nothing had hurt him more than the hateful words Luke had spoken towards him through the past two weeks. Even his painful punches and hits didn't even measure up to the pain his words had created within him. If things weren't bad enough, Bo had no one to turn to for support. Tears sting his eyes as he glares down the large rocky cliff, eyeing the small creek below at the end that is barely noticeable at the height he stands. Behind him, the CB crackles once again and Cooter's voice calls out and Bo listens to Cooter's worried voice asking where he is at. Trying to reach out to him. 'But why?' crosses his mind at the thought that the mechanic would want to reach out to him, to climb in the middle of the mess he had dug himself into. Sighing heavily, he glances back down the cliff as questions rush through his mind. Questions of what he had done so wrong that had placed him homeless and what he could have done different? Questions of his unknown future once again haunts him as he realizes he has no where to go for the night. It will be the first time in his life he will be forced to spend the night in The General. Deep down he knows he can't live in The General alone. He'd need food drink to survive and in order to get any of that he'd need money. Money he doesn't have or means of getting. Angrily, he bends down and grabs a big rock that he had been playing with with the toe of his boot and looks at it for a moment. "Damn it!" he cusses angrily as he throws the rock as hard as he could. Silence unfolds as he watches the rock fall steadily and slowly down into the small creek. After a moment, he reluctantly steps back and walks to his car to grab the handle from inside and responds to Cooter, "First off Cooter, I appreciate you calling out to me, I really do. It's just I don't think it would be the best thing for you if you would attempt to help me or to meet up with me. Or to make my location known to whoever may be listening," Bo goes silent as tears streak his face. Tears of sadness and dispair along with fear. Fear of what his future will bring him and fear for his family whose fate lies openly to Paul who had made clear and violent threats to Bo; of course, only when no one else was around. Deep down, Bo knows that Paul is trouble and sooner or later, trouble will unfold for Luke and the rest of the Dukes that trust him. Which only leads Bo's mind quickly unwinding through several possible reasons of why he is in town and what he will do to his only family. And now that he has gotten himself kicked out and hated, there is little he can do to prevent his family from getting hurt. "Thanks, Cooter," Bo finds his voice to say, "for everything. You've been a great friend. Perahps," Bo goes quiet again as his attention falls upon a big black bird soaring over the trees in the near distance, "perhaps when all of this is over and behind us," Bo's voice slowly fades as his thoughts continue to haunt him, "I mean if we can get past this, I can take you out and buy you a cold one in my appreciation. Until then, please keep an eye out for 'em. Thanks man!" With that said, Bo slowly climbs back into The General and throws the handle back onto the empty seat next to him. Sitting within his beloved car, he continues to watch the big bird soaring and allowing his thoughts to swiftly and angrily flow within him while allowing the tears to melt down his cheeks and his emotions to grab a hold of him. (CUE Lori...sorry it's so long! What can I say? Bo inspires my writing. . .)

Well Lori...if the shoe fits, might as well as wear it then. As for lying...I don't know how to lie. That is unless you taught me how to do so.

I've seen the video a couple of times on either CMT or GAC...funny video. Enjoyed seeing John in it.

You must be talking into that mirror again...because it isn't I that is always confused.

Well no. I was just confused on who you are talking about.

"Breaker one Breaker one might be crazy but I ain't dumb, Crazzzzzzzzy Cooter talkin', Lost sheep two ya got ya ears on?" Bo sighs heavily as Cooter's loud voice yells out at him through his CB radio, for the second time. For a long moment, Bo stares silently down at the black box from where Cooter's voice had called out at him from, silently debating whether or not to respond to Cooter's call. Feeling unwanted by all, Bo silently allows his thoughts to rewind through the last two weeks, grudgingly thinking of all the trouble that has spread across his family. Luke's strong words from last night once again yells back at him, the strong words he had spoken before Bo sent his fist into Luke's nose. The reason why it was him who had been the one dragged out of the house instead of Luke, all because of his temper and his inability to think while being mad. "Damn it," he cusses angrily as he looks away from the box to stare up through his windshield and over Rainbow Cliff where he had parked once Cooter's voice called out to him. He had thrown the car into park at the cliff in his attempt to sort everything out that has haunted him through the past couple of weeks since Paul's arrival and attempting to see which side Cooter had seemed to be on. Bo saw little reason to responding to Cooter's call if he had been on Luke's side, he'd only be calling to criticize him on the fight and all that he's putting his family through. Just as Luke had done last night. Telling Bo that his fighting and selfishness was tearing the family apart, killing poor ol' Uncle Jesse. "You're so damn blind!" Bo hears himself yell aloud as he hits his steering wheel as his anger from last night rebuilds within him at Luke's strong words he had spoke and all the accusations he had thrown at him. As if it were him causing the fights and forcing the pain into their lives instead of Paul. Luke was the smartest person he knew and yet. . . Sighing heavily, he glances back down upon at he black box that remains silent once again before he slowly grabs the handle. From all Bo could remember, Cooter hadn't taken any sides. Rather he seemed to keep neutral and had tried his best to prevent and stop any fights that had broken between them whenever he was around. He had been troubled to see the two boys fighting just as Jesse and Daisy had been. "Crazy Cooter," Bo half heartedly says into the handle as old memories begin to flood back through him of the many times he had used that handle to call Cooter for help or information or just to talk. There was barely a moment he had used that CB that Luke wasn't in the car with him and had often times had told Bo to make the call into Cooter. Then again, it was very seldom that The General only held one of the boys. A large clump of sadness builds within Bo as he slowly glances over at the empty passenger seat that sits besides him, the seat that Luke had always occupied. Now empty. And if Pauld remains in Hazzard and close to Luke, it may always remain empty. "This is Lost Sheep two." Regret builds within him as he identifies the sadness and tears deep in his voice as he made the call into Cooter

Who Garrett? I think you must mean someone else, because it surely ain't Garrett.

I still don't see where you get him being mean at...at least to Lori.

Well...what does he have to apologize for?

Well. . .he didn't do it on his own accord. I'm twisting his ear to do so...literally! LOL

"Now Rosco," Cooter impatiently begins, staring at the aging sheriff that takes an intimidating step closer to him, "I told you upfront that the cost of repairing your patrol car will be sixty-eight dollars and forty-eight sense. You either pay the bill or I'll keep your car until you do." "Jit, jit Cooter!" the sheriff stutters while eyeing the mechanic with angry blue eyes, "You can't do this to me, Cooter! Boss will only give you forty dollars for the repairs to my car. . . how'm I spose to get the rest of that with my lousy paycheck? Huh?! You tell me that, Cooter!" Shaking his head, Cooter wipes his greasy hands upon his stained shirt while eyeing the patrol car he had spent all morning working on. "Not my fault, Rosco. Learn how to drive," Cooter turns to speak to Rosco, "and you won't have to worry about that. Will you? Or," a brief smile crosses Cooter's face, "better yet, leave the boys alone and this won't happen." "Ain't no more boys to chase," Rosco says, anger quickly falls into sadness as he eyes the mechanic who stares blankly at him. "Haven't you heard?" "Heard what, Rosco?" Cooter asks, his mind abruptly leaving the patrol car and falling back upon the last couple of weeks that had reeked of havoc amongst the Dukes. Sadness drowns within him at the thought of his two closest friends fighting amongst each other all due to a stranger. "I think you lost it. They may be outta sorts with one another, but there will always be the Duke boys." Rosco once again shakes his head with sadness, his thoughts falling upon the disturbance call he had received last night from the one place he had least expected it to come from. The Duke place. The call had came from the stranger from Miami, the one that Luke has been spotted with more often than Bo. By the time he had gotten there, both Dukes had blood smeared across their faces from punches recieved from the other, the floor of the living room littered with knocked over furniture and pictures. Jesse held Daisy back in the corner, their faces covered in tears of fear and worry while Bo sat half knocked out on the floor. Meanwhile the stranger and Luke sat on the couch talking amongst themselves, the elder Duke cousin had a look of anger and resentment in his eyes. "Not no more, Cooter," Rosco says to break the silence, "I got a disturbance call last night. . ." Rosco slowly explains all that he had called into last night and had saw. Feeling the need to fill in the Dukes' closes friend. "I had to arrest someone or do something to break the fight. It was bad, Cooter. I'm surprised you didn't hear about by now." Once again Rosco pauses. "So, I arrested Bo. He spent last night in jail before I drove him out to the farm this morning, where he climbed into The General and drove off. Luke had made it clear when he stepped out and told Bo he didn't want to see him on Duke property, ever. He come back, he'd be filing charges of trespassing against him." "No, no, no," Cooter hears himself say aloud, though deep down he knows Rosco's speaking the truth, he'd have no reason to lie about something like that. "Damn it," he finally responds as guilt builds within him. Through all the fights the two boys had been having the past couple of weeks, he should have seen it coming. He should have been there to stop it. "Why Bo? Not Luke?" Rosco shrugs. "Daisy stated Bo threw the first punch," he slowly responds, "as did everyone else. Everyone, but Bo who wasn't awake enough to defend himself that is. I'm sorry Cooter." "Damn it," Cooter cusses again as he drags Rosco's keys out of his pockets. "Here Rosco. I have more things to worry about than your bill. Like where Bo is. . ." (Cue Lori)

LOL! We wouldn't want that to happen...you better not tell her to stay away. Though Garrett apologizes if you feel he was too mean.