Garrett Duke

I agree...John did a lot better job at being Bo than Sean did. Then again, no one can replace John as Bo Duke. Keep it between the ditches, Garrett Duke

I haven't seen a Coy and Vance episode in a long time and am not a big fan of theirs - but that isn't all of their fault. If they had given them their own characteristic; made them their own person - it could have worked. But I will give them all some credit...I think they came up with some pretty good plots through the Coy and Vance season. The other characters seemed to get bigger parts and so on. Keep it between the ditches Garrett Duke

I just got done watching the episode "Jude Emery" from one of my DVD sets and found a default. I was wondering if it is just my tape or perhaps just something they did...After Luke throws Elmer - the snake - into Patche's car and Patch runs off...they get out and Patch yells at Luke (but isn't really understandable of what he says...and then Luke says something back. But when Luke says something, his mouth moves but no sound comes out. I was just wondering if it was my DVD that has done this...that is the only episode that I had have that happened to; at least so far. Take care, keep it between the ditches Garrett Duke

Garrett sighs heavily as he glares through the mud splattered window at the thick fog that quickly begins to build from muddy ground. Thoughts continue to race rapidly through him of the past few days, from his arrest to the escape due to his old gang. Frustration grows steadily within him as his thoughts flow back into the past, of all that he had done with his old friends, his gang, of the trouble and the fun they've had. Now they're in Hazzard, threatening Kristy and her kids. If only he had stayed in Knoxville. . . "Damn it," he hisses out as chills rush up and down his back as he bends over to hit the heat on and the heater loudly rattles from within the dashboard. Listening to the rattling for a long moment, his thoughts continue to flow upon his ragged and angered past and disbelief of his stupidity and blindness quickly floods through him. He knew Rocker almost as well as he knew himself, had felt priveleged to be called a friend of Rockers...to sit next to Rocker and to be one of the few people in the gang to be invited to Rocker's house: repeatedly. He knew Rocker, knew how he worked, knew how he ticked. He also knew how hard Rocker took anyone wanting to walk out of their gang, to leave; Garrett had even witnessed them brutally murder people for attempting to leave. What made Garrett so different? Him being so close and knowing so much of Rocker, would only make it worse to leave. Yet, Garrett had believed Rocker when he had told him there was no hard feelings; that he understood. "I should've known," Garrett hisses once again as he hits the heat off, too frustrated to listen to the rattling of the heater much longer. Staring through the hazy fog, Garrett allows his thoughts back into the present, to where he sits now. If he don't follow the instructions of the new friend of Rocker's, Kristy and the kids are dead. No doubt about that. Rocker means what he says. Yet to go along with them is even beyond his ability, his conscience. Before he wouldn't have thought twice about going along with them, robbing people he didn't know, but now it's different. Inside, Garrett refuses to believe that Hazzard has changed him or has softened him up. He's still the same person, just not one to be pushed into doing something...to do anything. He is his own person and will do as he wishes. . . For a short moment, Garrett glances back down at the old van's dashboard, taking in the old and chipped buttons. Only a couple of hours ago, Garrett had flagged down Brodie and Dobro who had been washing cars at the Boars Nest, collecting money to work on one of their muscle cars. Garrett had bravely walked out into the open and talked them into borrowing Dobro's dad's van that they had brought to the Boar's Nest to wash the cars. The old gray van is big and awkward for Garrett to handle, from being too use to his car and motorcycle. Frustrated by the thick silence he finds the radio button and the sound of Elton's strong voice fills the air. "How can they handle that junk?" Garrett shakes his head but keeps the radio on as Elton pronounces a commercial break before they play a new song from Alan Jackson. Looking back up through the hazy fog, Garrett takes in Hogg's big house and the metal fence that keeps in their small front yard. Sitting upon the front steps is Vicki talking to Enos. Seeing Enos in his uniform reminds him of the trouble he is in, with the law and with the bad guys. Things are only to get worse from here if he don't figure something out, somewhere to hide. Last night Garrett had camped out under the old broken bridge that covers half way across the Yellow River as he allowed his thoughts to process, struggling for a half decent idea. The only one he thought of was to run and hide, to never to be found again. But if he did that, there is no telling if they'd go after him or just go for Kristy and the kids. Abruptly, Garrett's thoughts are interrupted as the urgent sound of Sheriff Coltrane's voice sends shivers up and down his chilled body. A slight relief fills Garrett at hearing that he has forty more minutes to hide before his trouble with the law evaporates. Now he has only one enemy to confront... Now it's Garrett vs Rocker's group. Question run through Garrett's mind of why they would drop their suspicion when nothing has changed...not yet. Tomorrow morning, when they all wake up with the bank broken into and all the money gone, trouble will once again build up. The bank or Kristy. That was the plan that they had given him early this morning when he had showed up to the gang's meeting. Garrett was to be the hit man, the one that they drop off at the bank and he is to get in and out within five minutes with everyone's money...or Kristy and the kids' life. All depending on Garrett's success upon getting the money. He fails. . . Taking a deep breath, Garrett turns away from the town square with thought of getting out of town and back into the country. Back to hiding. . . CUE VICKI OR DANEY

I loved LB Davenport! No he's no Cooter Davenport and if I had to chose between the two, it is almost a toss up. I thought they should have had Cooter and LB working at the garage when Ben came back, but then again, that is my opinion. That is where fan-fic comes in great! Anyway, I thought LB was a great replacement character for Cooter...you know...Ernie Lively was the guy who played Dobro Dulin in the first episode "One Armed Bandits". I liked both characters! No I really didn't like BB Davenport, but I've always liked LB for some reason. Keep it between the ditches Garrett Duke

LOL! I never caught on that he charged that price in another episode, but I loved the episode where he kept charging Rosco that every time his door fell off in that episode! Just the way he said it and how Rosco reacted to it...What a talented cast they have! Keep it between the ditches Garrett Duke

I enjoyed what you wrote, Daney...keep up the good work. It is a very interesting concept to think of Enos drunk and how he would act, what he would do. Or why he'd get drunk. . . All the possiblities! Keep it between the ditches Garrett Duke

"I just don't believe it," Kristy mumbles as she tiredly holds onto her cold drink, half way to her mouth and half way off of the table clothed table. "I mean it's possible...especially with him. He was forced into moving to Hazzard and he made it known that he wasn't happy about it. He considered them family, his second family...whereas he doesn't feel like he fits in here." LB numbly nods as he slowly takes a bite from his chicken sandwich as his mind floats back to last night when he had ran Garrett down. Of their conversation and of how Garrett had acted. He had shown emotions...he was afraid. Something he never shows but keeps well hidden in himself, especially fear. LB has seen Garrett in a loud bar fight where it was Garrett versus five big men who was fueled upon heavy alcohol, there was no fear in Garrett's face or appearance. He had seen it as a challenge with possible injuries to himself. Yet last night Garrett had been filled with fear as he had kept walking through the shadows of the night. Kristy. The threat, by who ever it was, was against Kristy. But why would his old gang threaten his sister for? The gang Garrett had considered family. "Maybe he isn't with them," LB slowly says as he watches their thin petite brunette waitress approaching before waving her away. Glancing back at Kristy he feels his heart thuddering quickly within him, thuddering at her beauty and in disbelief that she could possibly be his girlfriend. "I wish I could believe that LB," Kristy slowly responds as she glares down at her untouched sandwich, "but what else am I to believe? I mean rumors are spilling around about his gang in town, he's accused of a crime he's done before with them, and then escapes from jail with no explanation. His gang would bust him out without a second, they're loyal to one another." "Things aren't always as they seem to be," LB shrugs as he struggles on what to tell her, whether or not to tell her of his conversation he had with Garrett last night. "Look Kristy," he caringly takes her petite hand into his from across the table, "when I left last night, I went looking for Garrett." After a silent pause, Kristy says, "I know and you said that you couldn't find him." "That was a lie," LB pauses and he watches the surprise enter Kristy's soft and gentle green-blue eyes, "I caught up to him a few blocks away walking through yards and corn fields. I tried talking to him and he really wouldn't say anything, said he couldn't say anything about it. Said if he said anything, something very aweful would happen to someone we both cared for." Kristy waits for a long moment, waiting for LB to continue. "Who?" she finally asks even though the answer is as apparent to her as the plate in front of her. "He wouldn't say in words, but it's you," LB nods to himself as he once again takes in Kristy as fear and anger quickly enter her eyes as quickly looks down at her plate. Hiding her emotions. "He's being threatened Kristy. That's why he's doing what he's doing. Says it's just something he has to do." "Why would his old gang threaten him? Or go after him?" Kristy wanders aloud. LB waits for a long moment as he thinks of his answer, his response. "Well you said it yourself," he finally responds to recieve a questioning look, "did you say that the gang is loyal? Like a family?" "Yeah, so?" she asks. "Well, I don't know much about gangs or how they work," LB confesses, "but of what I heard of, it is easier to join a gang than to leave a gang. A gang leader doesn't want to see a member leave in fear of the knowledge that the member would be taking with them. Perhaps," LB pauses as he watches Kristy's body tense up in fear for her brother, "they were just as upset at him leaving as Garrett was." "You think they're here to recruit him, again?" Kristy asks, "Or to . . ." Kristy cuts herself off as the horrible thought explodes within her, of losing her brother to the friends he had hung out with, had respected. "You're guess is as good as mine, but these are some bad men he's dealing with," LB says as he slowly stands up from the table, "I'll go pay and then we'll go meet up with Bo and Luke and tell them what we just came up with." "OK," Kristy says numbly as she grabs her leather purse from the back of her chair and weakly stands up. "I'm sorry," LB pulls her into a hug, "this brunch was to help you out, guess I wasn't much help." Kristy shakes her head as she stares into nothing, her thoughts back into the past of all that she had known of the gang Garrett had hung out with. She had only known him for a year before they moved down to Hazzard together, not much time to know about friends. She just knew enough that they were trouble, that he got into trouble with them. "You can help by helping Garrett," her voice grows strong with emotion, "or he'll do it on his own...they'll kill him LB." LB hugs her in the middle of the cafe, allowing the other patrons to watch as tears melt down Kristy's soft cheeks. "I won't allow them too. I'll go talk to the boys and then we'll team up against them," LB helps wipes the tears from her cheeks with grease stained thumbs, "I'll drop you off with Jesse and you can go pick up the kids with him." Kristy stares at LB for a short moment before she slowly moves towards the glass door to walk out into the sunny afternoon, heading towards LB's tow truck. (Cue anyone)

A broad smile slowly spreads across Rocker’s raggedly handsome face as he slowly pulls himself up from the large wooden chair that was placed in the front left corner of the dully empty room. For a short moment the leader allows a thick silence to form amongst the several men that stands alert around him, awaiting for his instructions, for his words of wisdom. Rocker nods silently to himself as he glances around the room, taking in every face that surrounds him to be filled with pride. Pride for his group of men, the men he had approved and taught and has came so far since his early days. Now if only Garrett didn’t leave, if Garrett still belonged to his group of men, his gang would be complete. At least in his eyes. Rocker took pride in his men and in his own ability to take care of them, to protect them and to give them what they wanted or needed. So why had Garrett been so greedy and left as he did? His sister is a big girl and could take care of herself, he didn’t need to go along with her, didn’t need to hold her hand and help her along. She had family down here in this small hick town that she went to, where she felt comfortable with. But from all that he has gathered and all that he has seen for himself, Garrett didn’t belong nor wanted to belong. Yet he stayed here and away from his true home, where he belonged. In his gang in Knoxville Tennessee. “Well Rod,†Rocker breaks the thick silence to glance over to the corner to his left where the dark haired tall and muscular man stands with his thick arms crossing his thick chest. Rod, Zeb, and Hank had been his newest bunch to his family, who he had recruited from another well known gang in Knoxville, just after Garrett had left the family. He had chosen Rod to lead the two others and be responsible for Garrett, for delivering the threats and having contact with him. Garrett wouldn’t recognize them and if he did, he’d think they were apart of the other gang, but knowing Garrett’s wit and attitude, he’d catch on quickly, if not already. “Explain your confrontation with Garrett. Good or bad?†Rod takes a couple of steps closer to the leader to be closely followed by Zeb and Hank who stands boldly behind him, their legs spread shoulder lengths apart and arms across their thick chests. “Good for us, we all assumed,†Rod gives a low laugh, coming out evil, “I can almost bet your dog that he’ll show up -“ “No one bets on Buck,†with that Rocker’s four year old boxer lifts his heavy, large head off of the cement floor to look at Rocker with large dark eyes, “no matter how good the odds are.†“You know what I meant,†Rod rolls his dark eyes as he looks down at the dog that growls lazily up at him and Rod looks back up at Rocker, “I am sure that he’ll be here when you asked him to be here. He was real defensive each time we spoke of Kristy’s name or her kids.†Rocker laughs with authority as he pats his leg and the brendalled boxer slowly stands up to walk over to him. “Good,†Rocker nods as he pets the dog, “I thought that’d grab his attention. OK,†Rocker pauses as he takes in the several men that surrounds him and back at the three men that he had relied on so much the past few days, “once he shows up, we all have to be ready. He sees me, he’ll put it all together. Who knows how he’ll -“ “I think he already has put it together,†Zeb speaks up and everyone looks back at him in surprise, “well he has...you can just tell. But that won’t stop him from showing up if that is what needs to be done to protect his sister.†“Don’t matter anyway, he’ll find out soon enough,†Rocker nods as he moves past his dog, “when he shows up, we’ll treat him like family despite his reluctancy and he’ll be teamed up with me. First we’ll finish with Hazzard and move on up to Knoxville with him with us...no one leaves my family unless I say so. He’s one of us down deep, it’s just a matter of recruiting him back into the family he once knew.†“Wait a minute, Rocker,†Rod speaks up allowing his anger to show, “we are going through all of this just to make him go back up to Knoxville with us? To team up with you?†“What? You think you were going to permanently replace him?†Rocker laughs in sarcasm, “That was the plan from day one and you were warned of that -“ “Yes sir I know,†Rod nods reluctantly as he attempts to hide his emotions, his hurt pride, “but you said he wouldn’t get away for leaving you like that, for abandoning you and disrespecting you as he had. Well making him be one of us and teaming up with you doesn’t seem like punishment to me...I think it’d be best to administer some pain of some sort. Have some fun with him.†Abruptly, Rocker’s dark green eyes are set a glow with thick anger as he quickly darts towards Rod to harshly grab a hold onto Rod’s tight black t-shirt to throw him against the thick wall. Holding him there heavily, Rocker yells, “I will do what I want to do, I am the head here, I’m the boss. You question me, you’re out!†Silence fills the room as everyone watches while Rod grabs a hold of Rocker’s powerful wrists that holds him tightly against the wall, fighting to breath against Rocker’s grip. “You understand me?!†Rod nods and Rocker lets go. “Very good. Zeb is now in charge and you can serve him with Hank on your task that I have given you. He won’t get off easy, I can guarantee you that Rod...but for now, that’s between me and him.†“Yes sir,†Rod deeply breathes in and out as he glares angrily at Hank and Zeb for letting his power slide out from under him. “Very good,†Rocker smiles at him before stepping back to look back at everyone, “we’re not leaving Hazzard until Garrett is apart of our family once and for all. . .that or dead.†(cue Daney or anyone)

Feeling alone and cold, Garrett slowly and sleekly moves within the darkness of the night, blending in through the darkness as he moves in behind a farm house's back yard. Thoughts race steadily through him as he slowly makes his way back to the dusty dirt road as he slowly begins to walk towards town, not knowing exactly where to go or what to do. If he don't report to the leader before sun rise to see what his assignment will be, Kristy and the kids will be in danger. If he goes through with what they want him to do, he'll be spending several years in jail for the likes of them. Deep down, Garrett knows that isn't much of a choice for him, because he already knows what he'll do. He'll report to the leader and do as he is asked to do. He'd rather risk spending years in jail than risking his sister's life and her kids. Attempting to hide his emotions within, Garrett numbly pulls the old post card out from his back pocket to stare at it through the light of the full moon. "Report at sunrise or you'll be witnessing your sister's death..." the card starts in sloppy hand writing. Anger soars through his numb body, anger at Rocker for sending such punks his way. Garrett had nothing but respect for Rocker until now, he had spent several years with Rocker and his friends. Had a lot of fun causing trouble but yet knowing what Rocker is, who Rocker is. Above friends, is business. Drugs and guns are his business. When Garrett had been forced to leave the gang to go to Hazzard with Kristy to protect her from her abusive ex-husband, Rocker had been furious at Garrett. Had threatened Garrett. No one leaves his gang without his say so and to Rocker, Garrett had been a valuable asset to him. A heavy body gaurd and a good friend. Did he purposely send the leader and his friends to Hazzard to target in on Garrett? For revenge? Perhaps the "leader" and his men are apart of Rocker's gang, new members he had approved and sent to Hazzard. Rocker had known how Garrett felt about Kristy. . . "Damn it," Garrett cusses loudly as he places the card back into his back pocket before digging into his chest pocket to pull out his hard pack of cigarettes. With shakey hands, Garrett slowly pulls out a cigarette and wobbly lights it, watching the flame dance in the darkness for a moment before shutting it out and putting the box and lighter back into his pockets. Breathing out dark smoke, Garrett's thoughts remain on Rocker, on his reactions of him leaving, the anger he had shown. The threat he had said as he had attacked Garrett. Rocker could have killed Garrett without a second thought, the only thing that had saved Garrett was the respect Rocker had for him. He had left Garrett black and blue with several cuts, but Garrett had accepted that knowing if he were anyone else he'd be dead. "Hey Garre," a voice quickly trails from behind him and Garrett quickly turns around filled with fear and surprise at hearing someone speak his name, behind him. A worm of relief crawls through his chilled body at seeing LB fully dressed and alert running to catch up with him. "Can we talk? Man to man? Friend to friend?" Shrugging Garrett slowly stops to wait for his friend while thinking through his answer. LB will surely want to know what is happening, the truth. But what can he tell him? He tells him, Kristy may die as well as the kids. The innocent kids that had been born seeing and hearing violence from their father before Kristy had walked out on them. How much can they take? Why put them in the middle of things? "Sure," Garrett shrugs again as he watches the end of the cigarette light up through the darkness. "You know those things will kill you one day," LB says for starters, pointing to the cigarette. Garrett sighs audibly at the notice, at hearing LB lecture him yet again about him smoking. "I'll die one day or another. Doesn't matter if it is from this or something else," he shrugs for an answer, "You call Rosco?" "Me? You know I wouldn't," LB slowly answers as he matches Garrett's pace, taking him in through the moonlight. Once again, he silently wonders how Garrett got the ugly scar on his neck, how he could get the scar without dying. "What's going on?" "What do you mean, what's going on?" Garrett responds stubbornly. "Don't play stupid," LB sharply responds, "you are arrested for stealing and then escape without explanation of who. Bo and Luke didn't do it." "And they wouldn't if they had the chance," Garrett harshly interrupts LB to display his anger and mistrust towards his cousin and twin brother. "They were probably excited that I was there...now disappointed that I'm out." "On the contrary, they were trying to bail you out. Whether you want to accept them or not, they care," LB answers honestly, "You are family and family comes first with them, the whole family. I know y'all don't see eye to eye on everything, but you should really get to know them, stop distancing your self from them and you will see that they care." Garrett allows silence to settle amongst them as he lets what LB had just said to sink in, seeing the truth behind it. He had been defensive towards them all since he had entered Hazzard, because he didn't want to be in Hazzard, didn't want to get to know them. He felt like an outcast, like he didn't belong. Maybe it was him, not them. He always assumed it was them who didn't like him, didn't take him for who he was. Everyone comparing him to Bo just because they were twins. Truth be told, they hardly had anything in common other than blood and their last name. And Luke always is so easy to jump up and defend Bo, to be on Bo's side, to protect Bo. "Yeah maybe," Garrett slowly lets out before taking his last and long breath in of his cigarette, watching the end glow up before throwing it on the ground to stomp it out. Letting out a cloud of cigarette out, Garrett falls back into thinking of Rocker and the leader's threat. What could he do? People would surely hate him if and when he got caught doing whatever he was told to do. Would they believe him that he had been forced to do it? With his past, probably not. Kristy had even doubted his innocence in robbing from the electornic store. No one can blame her. "So, what's going on?" LB asks only to be followed by an awkward silence as Garrett stubbornly doesn't answer. Not getting an answer LB says, "Look Garrett, we're here as friends, remember? Friends tell friends things that need to be told. I can't help you if you don't talk to me." "Look LB," Garrett says, "I can't tell you...if I tell you something very bad will happen to someone we both know and care about. I have to do what I have to do...end of story. Trust me," Garrett pauses for a long moment, "if I could tell you, I would. I need all the help I can get..." "Kristy," LB numbly responds, "they or whoever it is, threatened Kristy and the kids, didn't they?" "I can't say anything," Garrett responds as he watches the sky slowly lighting up, "thanks for your company...I will see you later on today. But for right now, I need to be alone." "What are you going to do?" LB pries, "I want to help Garrett...you know I won't say anything." "I know. But somethings, threatened or not," Garrett starts, "you need to do by yourself. You can help me by protecting Kristy and her kids, to be there for her. She'll need it." "If you say so, Garre," LB shrugs sadly. "I do. Thanks LB," Garrett says as he walks forward, leaving LB behind, "I'll be seeing you around." "Take care Garrett," LB says as he watches his friend slowly fade out of sight. (CUE DANEY OR ANYONE)

Hey y'all, I was just wondering if they were planning on selling 2006 Dukes of Hazzard Calenders. I had one last year and this year and have really enjoyed them! I know they have a Dukes of Hazzard the movie calender at Walmart, but I want one of the show. Of Tom and John and the original cast. If anyone has any information, it would be very much appreciated. Keep it between the ditches

That's a pretty cool quiz! I got 10 out of ten right in 54 seconds! ~Garrett Duke~

That's a pretty cool quiz! I got 10 out of ten right in 54 seconds! ~Garrett Duke~

Hi Hilery! It is good to hear from you! Thank-you for the update! Congradulations on graduating...that is a big mile stone. Your new apartment sounds too scary for me! I'd find it hard to sleep at night hearing that and knowing what is outside. Good luck at finding a new job...I hope it will be one that you enjoy. Thanks for the post. I've missed talking to you... Good luck with everything! It was good hearing from you! ~Garrett Duke~

Hi Hilery! It is good to hear from you! Thank-you for the update! Congradulations on graduating...that is a big mile stone. Your new apartment sounds too scary for me! I'd find it hard to sleep at night hearing that and knowing what is outside. Good luck at finding a new job...I hope it will be one that you enjoy. Thanks for the post. I've missed talking to you... Good luck with everything! It was good hearing from you! ~Garrett Duke~

It'd be great to see them together again!

It'd be great to see them together again!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMIE!!!! Have a great one!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMIE!!!! Have a great one!

Kristy lies quietly awake, staring silently into the thick darkness that surrounds her while listening to the soft rhythmic thicking of the old clock. Staring into the darkness, her thoughts slowly drift back to Garrett in jail for stealing the electronics. What if he did steal the electronics? How could he do such a thing to her? She had brought him down to Hazzard to take him away from his rowdy group of friends, bringing him to the family she had left behind so long ago. She should have known that he may resort to his old ways once everyone began to trust him and gotten to know him. He had a past. He'd been kicked out of the Army and has run ins with the law. Why should Hazzard change him? "Damn it," she cusses quietly as she slowly sits up as her emotions continue to grow within her. Guilt steadily builds within her, guilt for not trusting her own brother, for accusing him. What if he didn't do it? Afterall, this is Hazzard and Hogg has framed Bo and Luke plenty of times before. Garrett is a Duke, would Hogg frame him too? Suddenly a pinging noise cracks against her window, attracting her attention only to find the blackness of the night. After a short moment a large rock comes visible as it hits her window. Fear rushes wihtin her as she continues to stare into the darkness, her heart rushing within her as her imagination rushes through her. Fighting her fear of the uncertainty, she climbs slowly out of bed to slowly walk to the window to peer down. Through the street lamp that lies near the drive way's entrance she makes out the muscular form of Garrett. "Garrett," she wonders aloud as she struggles with why he is outside, especially throwing rocks at her window. Taking a deep breath, Kristy slowly moves away from the window to put on an bathrobe before stepping out into the dark window. Making her way to the stairs, she slowly and carefully takes the stairs before coming to the door. Opening the door, she is confronted with Garrett standing a couple of inches upon their front step. "Garrett?" she asks, blocking the door, "What are you doing? They release you already?" "No," he shakes his head as a hint of sadness and fear flashes in his cold eyes before falling emotionless again, "I ... uh...escaped." "Now that'll do you a lot of good," Kristy sighs, "what you going to do when they start looking for you? This will be the first place they look." "I know," he shrugs as he bites onto his lower lip, "I'm not here to stay, I just wanted to," he pauses for a long moment to take her in, "to say I am sorry about all of this." Once again he pauses to flush silence between them as he glares down at his feet. Looking up he continues, "I didn't steal thoses boxes of electronics...I promise. I know what it looks like and I know my past...I'll be charged no doubt. You probably think I did it, don't you?" Kristy stares silently at her brother, taking him in as her guilt soars within her. "Well it crossed my mind," she silently shrus as movement comes from up the stairs, "I'm sorry Garrett." "As I said," he starts as he glances over Kristy's shoulder, "as I said, I know what it looks like. I can't deny that it looks like I did it...but I didn't do it. I swear." "Who is it Kristy?" a tired voice rings out from behind her and Kristy slowly glances behind her to find LB tiredly walking down the dark stairs dressed only his red boxers; his copper brown curly hair lies every which way. "Garrett?" LB questions as he approaches the front door to rest a comforting hand upon Kristy's shoulder, "What you doin' out?" "I escaped," Garrett sighs as he glances over his shoulder, "I need to get going. I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry to do this to you...to put you in the middle." "We could call the sheriff," LB says. "Go for it," Garrett shrugs, "I don't care...perhaps that would be for the best. I hope to see you around sometime." Garrett waves at them before turning back to walk into the darkness of the night. (Cue anyone!)

Kristy lies quietly awake, staring silently into the thick darkness that surrounds her while listening to the soft rhythmic thicking of the old clock. Staring into the darkness, her thoughts slowly drift back to Garrett in jail for stealing the electronics. What if he did steal the electronics? How could he do such a thing to her? She had brought him down to Hazzard to take him away from his rowdy group of friends, bringing him to the family she had left behind so long ago. She should have known that he may resort to his old ways once everyone began to trust him and gotten to know him. He had a past. He'd been kicked out of the Army and has run ins with the law. Why should Hazzard change him? "Damn it," she cusses quietly as she slowly sits up as her emotions continue to grow within her. Guilt steadily builds within her, guilt for not trusting her own brother, for accusing him. What if he didn't do it? Afterall, this is Hazzard and Hogg has framed Bo and Luke plenty of times before. Garrett is a Duke, would Hogg frame him too? Suddenly a pinging noise cracks against her window, attracting her attention only to find the blackness of the night. After a short moment a large rock comes visible as it hits her window. Fear rushes wihtin her as she continues to stare into the darkness, her heart rushing within her as her imagination rushes through her. Fighting her fear of the uncertainty, she climbs slowly out of bed to slowly walk to the window to peer down. Through the street lamp that lies near the drive way's entrance she makes out the muscular form of Garrett. "Garrett," she wonders aloud as she struggles with why he is outside, especially throwing rocks at her window. Taking a deep breath, Kristy slowly moves away from the window to put on an bathrobe before stepping out into the dark window. Making her way to the stairs, she slowly and carefully takes the stairs before coming to the door. Opening the door, she is confronted with Garrett standing a couple of inches upon their front step. "Garrett?" she asks, blocking the door, "What are you doing? They release you already?" "No," he shakes his head as a hint of sadness and fear flashes in his cold eyes before falling emotionless again, "I ... uh...escaped." "Now that'll do you a lot of good," Kristy sighs, "what you going to do when they start looking for you? This will be the first place they look." "I know," he shrugs as he bites onto his lower lip, "I'm not here to stay, I just wanted to," he pauses for a long moment to take her in, "to say I am sorry about all of this." Once again he pauses to flush silence between them as he glares down at his feet. Looking up he continues, "I didn't steal thoses boxes of electronics...I promise. I know what it looks like and I know my past...I'll be charged no doubt. You probably think I did it, don't you?" Kristy stares silently at her brother, taking him in as her guilt soars within her. "Well it crossed my mind," she silently shrus as movement comes from up the stairs, "I'm sorry Garrett." "As I said," he starts as he glances over Kristy's shoulder, "as I said, I know what it looks like. I can't deny that it looks like I did it...but I didn't do it. I swear." "Who is it Kristy?" a tired voice rings out from behind her and Kristy slowly glances behind her to find LB tiredly walking down the dark stairs dressed only his red boxers; his copper brown curly hair lies every which way. "Garrett?" LB questions as he approaches the front door to rest a comforting hand upon Kristy's shoulder, "What you doin' out?" "I escaped," Garrett sighs as he glances over his shoulder, "I need to get going. I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry to do this to you...to put you in the middle." "We could call the sheriff," LB says. "Go for it," Garrett shrugs, "I don't care...perhaps that would be for the best. I hope to see you around sometime." Garrett waves at them before turning back to walk into the darkness of the night. (Cue anyone!)

Capt. Redneck: NASCAR is filled with a lot of talented drivers...drivers that has different abilities and different driving styles. NASCAR is a great sport because of the competiveness between the drivers. It is also great because it gives you 43 or more drivers to chose and to root for. Everyone has the right to their opinion of each driver. Whether you are a huge fan, or you just follow the driver, or you despise the driver. Everyone has their opinion...and has a right to their opinion. I respect that you don't like Jeff Gordon and I respect that you like Tony Stewart. I would appreciate it if you would respect my opinion of Jeff Gordon... Thank-you. Garrett Duke I'm glad you're able to over look me being a Gordon fan, because I've overlooked you being a fan of Tony Stewart.

Capt. Redneck: NASCAR is filled with a lot of talented drivers...drivers that has different abilities and different driving styles. NASCAR is a great sport because of the competiveness between the drivers. It is also great because it gives you 43 or more drivers to chose and to root for. Everyone has the right to their opinion of each driver. Whether you are a huge fan, or you just follow the driver, or you despise the driver. Everyone has their opinion...and has a right to their opinion. I respect that you don't like Jeff Gordon and I respect that you like Tony Stewart. I would appreciate it if you would respect my opinion of Jeff Gordon... Thank-you. Garrett Duke I'm glad you're able to over look me being a Gordon fan, because I've overlooked you being a fan of Tony Stewart.

Yeah so? I don't know what your whole deal is here...no one even said anything about Gordon lately and you have to bring up that he had another bad race...what's the point? So your guy won last Sunday and perhaps made some pretty big steps in his career. But so has Gordon and so has many of the other racers out there on the track. If they weren't good at what they did, they wouldn't be on the track... As for Gordon, he may be riding a good string of bad luck lately, but I wouldn't count him out of the top ten nor the championship. He still has a chance...anything could still happen at this point. Even if, which is a big if, if he doesn't make it, there is always next year. #24 JEFF GORDON Keep it between the ditches ~Garrett Duke~

Yeah so? I don't know what your whole deal is here...no one even said anything about Gordon lately and you have to bring up that he had another bad race...what's the point? So your guy won last Sunday and perhaps made some pretty big steps in his career. But so has Gordon and so has many of the other racers out there on the track. If they weren't good at what they did, they wouldn't be on the track... As for Gordon, he may be riding a good string of bad luck lately, but I wouldn't count him out of the top ten nor the championship. He still has a chance...anything could still happen at this point. Even if, which is a big if, if he doesn't make it, there is always next year. #24 JEFF GORDON Keep it between the ditches ~Garrett Duke~