Garrett Duke

OK...I realize I came off as kinda harsh on my last post; I didn't mean to. I am sorry if I offended you or anyone. I'll say the same as I did about Jr...Tony is a good driver...he won the championship only a couple of years ago. He is a good driver, but a very aggressive one at that. I respect you and everyone elses choice of driver. If Stewart is the guy for you, then that is great. I didn't know all that about him...thank-you for pointing that out to me. Those are some pretty good accomplishments he has. As I tell a friend of mine...who is a big JR fan...I don't have anything against JR or any of the other drivers out on the circuit. They are all pretty good to one extent or the other. I just go for Gordon. -Garrett Duke-

LOL! I got a new dwarf hamster last weekend that I named Flash! He is such a cutie. My older dwarf hamster that I got a month ago, is Cooter. I had another dwarf hamster that lasted seven months until it died last month...his name was Rosco! All my animals are DOH name related. My two fish are Bo and Luke (had another named Rosco - but he died after amonth) and my cat is Daisy! LOL. -Garrett Duke-

Y'all think I am the one that needs help? I think y'all are confused because there is NOTHING wrong with anyone in Hendricks Racing or anything wrong going for them. Granted we all have our drivers and we are all entitled to go for them and against others...that doesn't mean I am the one in need of help. Because it's not me...Gordon has four championships under his belt and had a great season last year. If it wasn't for the new point system, he would have won last year. I'll give you all some credit, because Jr is a good driver ...otherwise he wouldn't be where he is now. And for Tony Stewart...you don't want me to get started there either. Gordon will always be the man I root for...him and Jimmie Johnson. -Garrett Duke-

Yes it is sad to think that was the last episode of the Dukes...but I spose it had to have ended sooner or later. Good thing is, is that it ended on a high note by having "Opening Night at the Boar's Nest" be the last episode. (Well at least I think ) Very touching episode that was wrote by none other than John Schneider! -Garrett Duke-

Whew! Glad I am not the only one counting down the days until Daytona. Been looking forward to it since the end of last season. LOL. As for who I will be pulling for this year...will be the same driver I always pull for. LOL. Only the best...Jeff Gordon. -Garrett Duke-

I like that episodes...one of my favorite episodes. I enjoyed the plot line and the emotions. It really showed how Boss felt about Rosco...I think. (that is if I am remembering right - it has been awhile since I last saw it) I loved the part where Bo and Luke ran into the bad guys' vehicle and the guy's side kick jumps out to confront him and Bo say something like "it takes a big man to have someone else stand up for him" (something like that - sarcastically) and the leader of the two brothers stand up to stand way taller than any of the two Duke boys! LOL. Talk about putting your foot in it...lol. Garrett Duke

LOL! Sheriff must be having a good day today, he allowed me a moment of freedom to send along a little post. -Garrett Duke-

A little off topic here...back to the kid spitting coke on the window...the guy who played Dobro in the first episode "One Armed Bandits" (Same ep.) is the same guy who played Cooter's cousin, LB Davenport. Anyway...the kid spitting on the window is his son. The guy playing LB/Dobro is Ernie Brown...I think the kid's name is Jason. But don't quote me on that. LOL. Just a little information...LOL. -Garrett Duke-

Listening to the impatient tapping of Brian’s foot upon the wooden floor of the sheriff station, confusion washes through Garrett’s numb body. “I don’t know -“ Garrett begins to say while forcing himself to stare boldly at Brian, refusing to allow any emotions to show. Reaching a brief understanding of what Brian’s actions may mean, Garrett fades back into silence as questions streak through him. Did Brian actually believe he was running with Lenny and his gang? Or is it some kind of cover up? But why would Brian want to help him out now? After all he’s done to him and the law? Perhaps for Kristy. “I’ll give you your share of the dough when I get the dough.†Garrett continues to watch Brian carefully for a long moment before he glares across the room, taking in the guards before glaring up at Lenny who smiles boldly behind the desk, confident that his men will handle things. Behind him, Kristy sat helplessly upon the old torn cot that is held behind the thick bars of the cell, watching with interest and with hope. Guilt once again settles within him at seeing her locked up and held captive for something he had done a few years ago and at seeing her disapproval that shines in her soft green eyes. “What is this?!†Lenny yells harshly from behind the desk as he abruptly stands, his dark eyes seem to grow darker with anger as he points at Garrett and then at Brian, “Who is this?†Garrett glares up at Lenny while allowing silence to build within the stuffy room before Dane harshly grabs a handful of hair, yanking it back. “Answer him!†Dane yells, yanking his hair back farther. Anger follows the pain that streaks through his head as Garrett harshly throws an elbow back, hitting solidly into Dane’s muscular chest to force Dane to let go while grasping for air. “Enough!†Lenny quickly snaps at Garrett as Dane slowly stands up, anger flaring in his dark eyes, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like it. Answer me Garrett or you’re sister will be answering for you!†Garrett glances over at Kristy who stares back at him from the torn cot before glaring back at Lenny who makes a show of aiming his gun at Kristy. “Leave her out of it! You want me, you got me “ Garrett snaps as his anger continues to rise within him towards the group of men that is holding them captive and towards himself for placing them in this position. “As for who he is,†Garrett pauses fighting to put it in words, “is someone to not be messed with.†-Garrett Duke-

http://www.cmt.com/search/index.jhtml?searchterm=Dukes+of+Hazzard&searchtype=shows&x=18&y=6 A link that goes to CMT's page for the Dukes. They have different episodes down as well as a couple other links for the Dukes. They have a pole you can take as well as 22 pictures of the cast of The Dukes of Hazzard. They also have a short piece of James Best talking about one of his paintings. It was pretty neat. Glad to see the Dukes making another appearance on TV! (Even if I don't have cable...LOL) Garrett Duke

Well...uh... I failed that test. Guess I shoulda put - yell yee haw and floor...hmmm perhaps then I may have passed. LOL. -Garrett Duke- -just a little more than the law will allow~

LOL. What is there not to believe? What's so wrong with Jeff Gordon and the Cubs? You ask me ...nothing is wrong. I have been a Cubs fan since I was five...I can't really turn my back on them now nor would I want to. As for Jeff Gordon - y'all have the Dukes to blame for that one! Before I got back into watching the Dukes, I thought of racing as not making much sense. How much fun could it be to watch men chase eachother in circles? LOL. Ok that was my thinking at the time until the Dukes got me into NASCAR. (You wouldn't think that if you saw my room...you'd think I'd always been a Gordon fan. LOL) Garrett Duke

My hobbies include anything that deals with Dukes of Hazzard - from writing DOH fan -fic to collecting and watching Duke episodes, baseball (Chicago Cubs), NASCAR (Jeff Gordon), Country Music - large collection of CDs, and reading. -Garrett Duke

"What's it gonna be?" the leader smiles evilly across the scarred desk at Garrett who remains tightly tied to the wooden desk. Anger and fear continue to dance within Garrett as he stares boldly back at the muscular leader while silently recalling where their paths had met; with the arrest of Jay. "Answer me!" the leader abruptly arises the send his chair falling back upon the old wooden floor behind him, while he leans across the desk to back hand Garrett across the face with the butt of his gun, "If you want to act stupid and just stare at me, maybe I'll finish her here and now. I'll enjoy taking care of such a pretty -" "Leave her out of this," Garrett spits at him only to get back handed across the face once again, "she had nothing to do with this. You want me, you got me." "Nothing will happen to her, if you do what I want," the leader smirks as he slowly takes a seat back into the chair that one of his guards had placed back up. The leader takes a second of silence to glare at Kristy who sits silently in the cage, silently watching the comotion out of the cell. Turning back to Garrett he continues, "You know it is all very convenient of you to have the law held up in the cells as you do...I appreciate it. It makes my job all the easier." "Good for you," Garrett glares away from the leader. "So what's it gonna be?" the leader returns to the question, "I'd hate to have to hurt your sister, but if that's what I have to do, then I'll do it. You don't make your choice within the next second -" "Don't you damn touch her!" Garrett struggles momentarily against the ropes for a short moment and a heavy forcefully hand lands upon his shoulder from a guard. Sitting still, Garrett glares coldly at the leader before responding, "I'll make your damn run for you if you don't touch her." "Fair enough," the leader shrugs as he motions for the gaurd behind him to untie him. Garrett sighs in relief as he is let free from the chair only for the gaurd to grab him forcefully under his arm to force him up, "Dane there will be going with you and will tell me all that happens. You mess up, you'll be going to your sister's funeral in a few days. Dane will explain it all to you on the way. Have fun boys." Silence fills the room as Garrett allows the large muscular man to drag him to the door where the gaurd slowly opens it, looks out before shoving Garrett into the open room of the sheriff's office. A soft shuffle of noise arise from the basement to grab Garrett's attention. "Don't think of it," Dane whispers harshly into his ear as he takes Garrett by the back of the neck; guiding him to the door. Garrett nods reluctantly, silently hoping someone or something would interrupt the gang's plans. (Cue anyone)

By your description you have given, I would guess it to be the episode of "High Octane" which was in the first season. But there could be another episode with moonshine in it with the General, that was just the first episode that came to mind. I hope I helped a little. Garrett Duke

Harsh emotions ripple across Ethan's tense body as he stares blankly at the wounded tiger lying on the cold floor while thoughts rush wildly within him. Thoughts of the past day or two from planning to landing downstairs of the jail cell entrapped within the cobweb of plans he had helped engage. Abruptly the thoughts come to an halt as images of the past hour or two rush by, scenes of Garrett escorting Chet down the stairs to find Ethan had crossed the line. Garrett's hardened, hateful eyes remain clearfully fixated within him - the eyes that had turned to him when he saw him on the other side. Eyes full of pain, fear, and hurt feelings; eyes of abandonment. First Chet and then him. Abruptly, light foot steps landing upon the cement stairs brings Ethan out of his thick and heavy thoughts and he hesitantly looks up to find Bo, Luke, Cooter, and Vicki coming down the stairs. Fear and shock enter their wild eyes as they glance around the crowded jail floor, taking everyone in. "We'll have y'all out in no time," Cooter breaks in as Vicki slowly moves from door to door, unlocking the doors with the keys. "What's going on?" Luke breaks away with Bo to Ethan, their eyes fall upon Chet to Ethan. "It wasn't suppose to be like this. No one was to get hurt, just make a point," Ethan stutters as he eyes the angry people leaving the cell to where Cooter holds up the stair way, "but Chet turned on us with unknown plans of his own. Things went wrong and people got hurt...well Razor got hurt and Chet and Garrett fought a few times...guess Garrett won at the end." Ethan eyes Chet tied to the bars. "Point of what?" Luke squints at him in a struggle to understand. Ethan shrugs. "A point to prove ourselves...to make ourselves known. Perhaps we'd one day get recognized as being someone," Ethan glances down at the floor, "Obviously now, we went at it the wrong way and I think Garrett saw that too. But once we were in, we were in. I backed out when I got thrown down here by Chet and talked to by the deputy...I guess whatever punishment she hands me, is what I get. I am just worried about Garrett...he hasn't been heard from or seen since he stormed up the stairs. I think he was upset by me joining the other side." "Well Vicki said something of being held hostage by a former gang," Bo inserts as worry fills his baby blue eyes for his twin brother, "Maybe Kristy." "Damn it," Ethan cusses under his breath, "it wasn't suppose to be like this. Garrett didn't want it to be like this and now...well, he'll be the one to get the odd blow of it all. " "Jesse is gonna have fits when he hears all of this," Luke shakes his head in disappointment, "not of you, but of Garrett. Taking the law hostage? What the hell where you thinkin'? How could that change anything?" "I...I don't know," Ethan shrugs, "obviously nothing other than turning ourselves against one another. Chet and Garrett spent their time fighting...if only Chet hadn't -" "I don't care!" Luke raises his voice, "Y'all are family and y'all know better than this! If ya'll felt that -" "Listen up everyone," Cooter whistles and everyone looks at him on the stairs, "I understand y'all are anxious to get out of here and see something done about what happened. I don't know what all this is about, but we have been made aware that Garrett and Kristy is now being held captive upstairs by an old gang." "No," Ethan whispers under his breath as his guilt turns into fear of what Cooter had just announced as the world seems to spin around him. "I understand that y'all may not be too understanding of the situation or too anxious to help him," Cooter continues, "after all that he did to you. But it still don't make it right...he needs help and it is up to us to help him. I don't know what to do...if anyone has any plans, it'd be great to hear them." (Cue MA...or anyone)

Meanwhile upstairs... Fear numbly courses Kristy's trembling body as she silently forces herself to slowly sit back upon the old torn cot. Her mind rushes from throught to thought of the past hour, of all that had happened, before rushing to thoughts of the future. "This is perfect," the broad shoulder man grins as he takes a seat behind the old wooden desk as he looks at the two beefy men that stand planted at the closed door. Another large muscular man stands tenselly at the door of the jail cell that Kristy remains locked in, his broad back facing Kristy's cell. "Not only we have this hick kid here and his sister locked up, we have the whole law locked up with help of Garrett." He goes silent as he throws his feet upon the desk in a relaxed gesture, "Dane." "Yes boss," the muscular blond man at the door looks up at the dark haired man behind the desk. "I want you to go down and make sure the crowd downstairs is under control. Don't let anyone pass...and call in if you need anything," the head man orders as he tosses the blond haired man a walkee talkee. "Yes boss," Dane smirks as he catches the walkee talkee before turning and walking down the narrow stairs. Silence fills the sheriff's station as the man they had called boss silently lights a fresh cigarette while leaning back in the chair, glaring hatefully at Garrett's silently still body. Listening to the silence growing within the room, Kristy forces herself to ignore the hateful man behind the desk to look at her younger half brother. Garrett lies slumped in the wooden chair, tightly tied to the chair, his head bent forward to his chest. Blood quickly rushes down the right side of his face from a thick and horrid gash upon his forehead that was created by the blow of the gun. 'What'd you do, Garrett?' Kristy silently wonders as she holds her pretty face within her stapled fingers, glaring through watered eyes at her brother. Her mind returns to her children that she had been playing with when Rod had broken in and grabbed her from behind. Dragging her to the unmarked large van, the last sounds she had heard was her children crying and yelling in fear. A small moan escapes from Garrett to yank her out of the painful thought of her children and glares at him as he slowly moves his head before going still once again. Anger rises within her as horrid thoughts rush through her head of her brother's involvement may be in the law being missing...of what all he may have done to the men holding them captive. He has done stupid things in the past that had brought him into trouble with the law and with dangerous people. It wouldn't be surprise her much if he was somewhat responsible for the law missing the past day or so or had done something to bring the trouble that had brought her to the jail cell. "Mornin' Garrett," the leader smiles standing up to walk around the desk to blow a cloud of smoke into Garrett's still face. "Wake up!" he yells, anger dripping through the leader's lips as he yanks upon Garrett's dirty blond hair, angrily yanking his head back. A yell of pain escapes from Garrett as Garrett's cold grey eyes open to stare at his captive, fighting to focus on his surrounding. "Perhaps now you will cooperate with us." "How doubtful!" Garrett yells back as the leader shoves his head forward. A short moment of silence floats through the stuffy room before he glances around, making eye contact with Kristy before Kristy quickly looks away. "Let her go! She -" "We went through this already," the leader rolls his eyes as he looks at his two guards, "it is getting tiring." "What the hell do you want?!" Garrett demands, glaring coldly at his captive. The leader begins to laugh sarcasm for a short moment before glaring at Kristy and back at Garrett. "You got my brother arrested a few years ago...remember him?" he leans forward as he stubs his cigarette out into the desk before throwing it away into the tin garbage can, "The drugs, guns, and stolen electronics?" "He's the one that stole them, had the guns, and the drugs," Garrett snorts out to force a small trail of blood dripping down the left corne of his mouth, "I had only a minor part in the whole deal...I only did the drugs. I dealt and won. Jay woulda done the same as would you." "Maybe so," the leader nods in agreement, "but now he's done for another twenty years in jail...you know what that did to mom? It killed her. She couldn't handlel the pressure, the stress of her baby in jail. It is you that is to blame!" Garrett angrily spits blood into the man's muscular, handsome face and he angrily back hands Garrett who winces in pain. "What's done is done. What you want from me?" he demands once again, staring coldly into the leader's dark eyes. Fighting to hide the pain and fear that stirs within him. The leader glares into the locked cell at Kristy who now hugs tightly onto her thin knees, hiding her face. Looking back at Garrett the leader breaks the silence, "You cheated my baby brother, you stabbed him in the back the second you had a chance. To do what? To save your own pitiful self," he pauses for a long moment, "you wouldn't be who you are if it wasn't for him...hell he saved your sorry self, he tol' me. What you do to pay him back? You rat him out." "As I said, Jay woulda done the same and you know it," Garrett speaks boldly, "And once again, Len, what the hell you want of me?" "Bold and strong. I like that...and I like you. Jay was weak, that's why he got busted...you're not like him. You got out when you could...he shoulda done the same. Greed. That's what got him...shameful ol' greed. Not you," the leader smiles at him, "I like your attitude, your style, and if you know what is best for you...for your pretty sister in there; you'll do what I want you to do." "What's that Lenny?" Garrett forces a deep breathe as old memories of running around with his younger brother, of getting arrested and of court. "Easy. I got a big package that needs to be delivered without any interruption to a big greedy and violent man. He likes his guns and doesn't hesitates to use them," a large grin spreads across his face, "you deliver and everyone is set free on their merry way. You refuse and you'll be witnessing your sister's death first hand...leaving her adorable children motherless." "You wouldn't!" Garrett chalenges him, glaring at Kristy and back at Lenny. "Oh sure I would," his smile spreads across his face as he takes out a large metal gun and aims it at Kristy, "of course I'd administer a little pain and torture before I pull the trigger. It'd be a shame to see such a pretty little thing as her to die for your sins, Garrett. You deliver and return with his money...for me, and we release her. "What's it gonna be Garrett?" (cue anyone)

Anger continues to flow rapidly through Garrett's tense and throbbing body as he sends harsh kicks into his cousin's still body; not caring where his kicks land. "Damn you!" he abruptly stops to spit upon Chet's still body while he silently takes in the damage he had done to his cousin. Seeing the blood streak his cousin's body, guilt swarms through him as his mind rushes roughly within him. A small worm of relief begins to wiggle within him as Chet cautiously opens his eyes, in search of relief of the kicking and of the beating. "Good," Garrett spats down at him before he slowly bends down to roughly help his cousin onto his feet while tightly holding his cousin's hands tightly around his back. "Listen up Chet...you are now to follow my lead to where I lead you; nice and easy. If you dare to fight against me, again, you will be following Ethan's route down the stairs, but with a harder landing. Understand?" Garrett roughly tugs at Chet's hands behind his back before Chet slowly nods in understanding. "Thata boy," a small smile flashes upon Garrett's face as he forces Chet to look at him, "I thought you'd understand. Now don't you think it'd be easier if we'd all just got along to begin with? Instead of all of this unneccessary fighting?" Garrett awaits for a short moment for an unexpected answer before tugging Chet's hands forward to slowly begin to walk towards the stairs. "Nice and easy now," Garrett silently reminds Chet as his mind becomes fixated on Ethan, wondering what is taking him so long to return upstairs. Fear and worry dances within him as his imaginations flares within him of all the reasons of why Ethan hasn't returned upstairs. "Better watch your step," Garrett breaks the silence between them as they reach the stairs and Garrett tightens his grip upon Chet's hands behind his back. Garrett silently listens to all the noise that seems to explode within the basement as he ushers his cousin downstairs. His mind continues to rush wildly within him, replaying the events that has led them to here before wondering into what all the future may hold for them now; now that they crossed that line. After a long silent moment, Garrett ushers Chet downstairs where the two jail cells line the left wall and are full of their 'prisoners'. For a long moment he eyes Razor with saddened and guilty eyes, wondering why Chet hadn't stepped up to take care of his injured friend. Kneeling down over the wounded tiger was the deputy while Ethan stands freely behind her. Ethan had been saying something to the deputy before Garrett began to force Chet into the crowded room. Ethan abruptly goes silent as he locks deadly eye contact with Garrett, sending a river of emotions raging through him. "Ethan," Garrett silently says as he continues to hold eye contact with Ethan, silently taking everything in. Disbelief and anger flare within him as he watches Ethan standing frozen in place across the room as it becomes obvious of Ethan's decision. He's traded places. "Damn you...all," Garrett harshly says as anger spreads through his throbbing body as he struggles to figure out where his anger is directed at, at Ethan or at his own self for his own decisions. "Move," Garrett abruptly turns to Chet and forces him along the cells before he comes to the nearest jail cell. "Sit," Garrett hisses between clenched teeth and as Chet begins to refuse to sit, Garrett abruptly kick Chet's feet out from behind him. "It shouldn't have been like this, Chet. This all - " Garrett motions around the room with the back of his hand before yanking a silver metal hand cuffs from his back pocket and forcefully shoves Chet's trembling hands through two seperate open slots between the metal bars, "is a horrible nightmare. No one would get hurt you said..." he forcefully and tightly handcuffs Chet's hands together on the inside of the bars, "Well it's all over now...I don't care what happens now." Garrett quickly steps away from his cousin before eyeing everyone behind the jail cells, his eyes wondering from person to person before they come to Ethan. Feeling abandoned and mistreated, Garrett abruptly turns around without saying anything and quickly rushes up the stairs; his mind racing with answers of what to do next. "I've got to do it...now," Garrett speaks to himself as he rushes to Rosco's abandoned desk to sit down in the old chair. Picking up the phone, Garrett slowly punches in a phone number he had remembered from several years back. "Lieutenant Mills," a harsh voice comes on the other end of the line after a couple of rings. "Hey Frank," Garrett sighs slightly in relief as his mind continues to race within him, "remember me?" "Garrett Duke," Garrett could hear the FBI agent smiling on the other end of the line, " how could I not remember you. How've you been?" "To tell -" Garrett begins to say as foot steps quickly begin to echo outside of the closed door of the sheriff's station. But how? The doors locked? "the truth, I've been better. That's why I'm callin' right -" Garrett abruptly goes quiet as fear and surprise rushes through him as the front door is harshly thrown open. His fear quickly accelerates within him as three large muscular men walk through the door, glaring hatefully down at him. "Garrett?" Frank questions on the other end, "You there?" "Uh yeah," Garrett responds as he keeps eye contact with the men that continue to walk towards him, "I'm in trouble at the moment. I got to go." "No Garrett -" Frank began to say before the taller of the three abruptly yanks the phone out of Garrett's hand and slams it shut. "Well well well; you must be Garrett then," a large smile spreads across the large man's hairy face as his two friends walk around the desk and Garrett lets out a gasp of fear as the painfully grab him by the arms to yank him up and begin to drag him around the desk, "we got a surprise for you. Hey Rod." "Yeah yeah, we're comin'," a harsh voice snaps around the corner before he walks around the corner and into the sheriff's station. "No!" Garrett abruptly yells as anger rushes roughly through him as the man they had called Rod harshly forces Kristy into the room. Fear gnaws through Garrett for his sister as Rod tightens his hold around her arms and chest. Fear and anger radiate in Kristy's normally soft, kind green- blue eyes. "Let her go!" Garrett yells as he begins to struggle against the men's tight grip only for them to begin to beat him harshly; kicking and punching him as hard as they can. "Enough already!" the man at the desk yells from behind them to bring silence into the room, "Rod, why don't you lock her up in that there seperate cell there. You two...tie him up to the chair. Perhaps he'll do us some good." "Let her go!" Garrett yells once again as he continues to struggle, fighting to block their harsh kicks and punches with little use. "You want me...you got me...let her go!" "Fat chance plow boy!" the leader grins at Garrett as he continues to struggle against the two muscular men as they forcefully shove him onto Rosco's metal desk chair. "You will soon learn to cooperate with us, boy," the leader slowly moves over to the chair where he tightly begins to Garrett's legs to the legs of the chair with tight rope to slowly move up his body with the large rope. Feeling the pain from the men's harsh punches and kicks he had received, Garrett slowly stops struggling against the men's tight and painful hold on him. Watching the leader move up with the rope, tightly tieing him to the uncomfortable chair. A thin smile comes upon Garrett's handsome face as the leader's hands reach his chest, tightly tying his chest to the back of the chair as an idea flickers within him. Keeping a watchful eye upon the muscular hands of the leader, Garrett abruptly bends over as much as possible and harshly bites tightly onto the back of his hand. The leader yells out in pain and in anger as Garrett bites onto him, continueing to tightly hold onto his skin with his teeth. "Say good night plow boy!" the leader hisses through clenched teeth as he pulls out a large metal hand gun with his left and free hand from behind his coat. Garrett lets go of the man's hand as the man harshly pounds the butt of the gun onto Garrett's right temple. Garrett yells out in pain as he slowly slips into thick blackness, into the depths of unconcsiousness. (Cue anyone)

*this is a joint post* "Arrrh!" Chet groans as he’s back handed by his cousin. His mind hazed with deep furry Chet quickly snakes his hand up to his cousins throat and clamps down on his jugular as hard as possible. "You stupid jackass.... you don’t know anything! It wasn’t me who blew it! It was you!" Garrett screams out in intense pain as Chet tightly grabs onto his neck. "Me? How the hell you get me to blame for blowing the plan? Hell I ain't the one to invite outsiders, outsider who is apart of a law system at that, into our private plan...without telling ANYONE!" Garrett grunts as he fights to struggle against his cousin's hold, fighting for air, "What the hell does any of that has to do with Ethan? It is you who is attacking the men on YOUR side! Not me!" "He got in the way! I warned him! Its not my fault!" Chet squeezed his hand around his cousins throat harder and harder. Garrett chokes back his words that bubble angrily within him as he struggles to breath while fighting against Chet's powerful hold on him. Forcefully, Garrett sends a powerful knee up into Chet's groin to force his cousin to let up a little. "Nothin' your fault is it, Chet?" Garrett forces out while his arms go upon Chet's muscular arms, fighting to break lose of his grip, "People just seem to get in your way a lot, huh? Then you beat the crap out of 'em and you feel all big and strong. Right? "Well let me tell you something...you're nothing! I came in here today having great respect of you. I mean we're family...I trusted you; Ethan trusted you. And look what you did? He's probably lying down there dead thanks to you!" Garrett spits angrily in Chet's face as he continues to claw and punch at Chet in attempt to get lose. With a huge grunt Chet's abdomen muscles tightened and he had no choice but to release his hold on his cousin, A right hook from Garrett splits Chet's lip, with a huge amount of effort Chet forces his cousin away and also rolls away. Getting as far away from his older cousin as possible, Chet curls up on his side both hands pressed between his legs.

Disbelief continues to pour through Kristy as thoughts of the day's events continue to rush through her; from the race to standing here with MaryAnn. Who would have guessed Boss would go down at his own race? After all that he has done to control who will race where and who should win. If he hadn't been so careless with the town's medical assistance, perhaps he'd have a better chance of survival. "Mommy," Jamie whines as she moves away from the deputy's side to tug on Kristy's hand to pull her back to MaryAnn's offer, "what's going on?" "I'll tell you later sweetie," she forces a smile for her four year old daughter as she spots Garrett handing his helmet over to Cooter behind Mary Ann's shoulder. "That is a very kind offer, MaryAnn," she directs her attention back to the deputy, "I think I will take you up on that offer. Garrett is right back there if you need any help...Thank-you so much!" After a brief moment of explanation to her kids Kristy quickly hurries off towards Silver Bullet to attempt to meet up with Chance and Boss at the hospital. (Cue anyone)

Ethan stares at the deputy for a long moment as an explosion of thoughts rush roughly through him, quickly followed by raw emotions. Frustration and anger silently creeps within him as he forces himself to look away from the deputy as her words seem to gnaw within him. 'What do you say?' Hell what was he suppose to say. The option seems so clear to him of what he should do. If he were to follow through with Chet, that'd make him as bad as his brothers. He had already made it clear he'd never become what his brothers have already became: violent and hardened criminals. Silently he glances around his shoulder as Garrett sends out a cry of pain mixed with anger and his worry begins to escalate within him of his new friend. Of all he knows of Garrett is the better bet to win, the stronger of the two and a better fighter; but Chet has a gun... Turning back towards the deputy his mind returns to the decision everyone is searching him to make and he is forced to think of what the future may hold for him for each choice he would make. "I...I guess," he stutters before going quiet to take in the people that occupy the jail cells, the people he had helped lock away. Certianly didn't do anything to stop Chet. Regret and guilt gnaw within him at the thought of that and his mind turns back to Garrett at what he is going to do. Ethan sighs silently forcing himself to think that Garrett will make his own choice one way or the other, with or without him. "I ain't gonna go up and tip Chet...he deserves all he will get," Ethan finally speaks up as he throws his hands deeply within his tight jeans' pockets, "nor will I tip Garrett. But I will say one thing for Garrett," he sighs fighting the strength to go on, "he never intended for this to happen or to go this far...neither did I. "My choice is...I'm here as long as y'all want me here," he shrugs as he glares down at the tiger for a quick moment before looking at his feet and back up at Mary Ann to await for a reaction. (Cue MA or anyone)

Ethan silently fought off the pain that continued to ricochet through his trembling, numb body accompanied by the harsh and raw emotions that rage through him. Struggling to focus with blurred vision he slowly begins to stand up from where he had landed at the end of the stairs only for a wave of nasea and dizziness to rush through him. "Damn it," he utters half aloud and half to himself as the pain continues to throb within him, seeming to worsen as time moves on. "Ethan..." a soft female's voice slowly and silently grabs his attention to bring another wave of fear racing within him. For the first time since landing upon the hard cold floor, he realizes where he is at and notices the several sets of eyes attached on him; awaiting for his reaction. "Daney," he silently whispers as he catches eye contact with the sole Duke capture and surprise rushes through him. When had she gotten here? Does Garrett know? Probably not... "What are -" he abruptly cuts himself off as his sense of realization slowly sinks in, of all he has done, to what he has contributed to. "Razor," he says after a short silent moment almost to himself as his attention comes across the bleeding tiger that lies upon the floor. Ashamed, Ethan slowly looks down at his shaking body while attempting to fight back the pain and the emotions that rages through him. Damn Chet! It wasn't suppose to be like this...'No one would get hurt' he had promised. Hell now he had gotten thrown and beaten by someone who was supposed on his side and is now up there fighting against Garrett. Looking at the injured tiger a wave of question flow roughly through his head, wondering what part, what role Chet had in Razor getting shot. Wondering why he was so fired up to take charge and blame him and Garrett when his own buddy is down here dying. Continueing to stare at the injured tiger his mind continues to wonder around the possibilities of the future and regrets of the past. His mind slowly fixates upon all that the dying tiger had said as he had landed upon the hardened floor. No wonder why he's changing sides on how Chet seems to treat him or everyone. Perhaps he had grudges against everyone? Perhaps Chet was just using Garrett and him to get what he wanted? To seek some sort of revenge? What? "Damn," Ethan says in frustration, attempting to fight back all the unanswered questions and emotions, while fighting against the pain that throbs within his chest, arms, legs, and head. "Damn it," he mutters again as he subconsciously throws a weak right hand to run through his thick curly copper brown hair only to send fiery pain shooting through his head. Slowly, Ethan grags his shaky hand down to find a pool of blood running down his long muscular fingers and hand. Struggling to ignore the stares of the people, people he had helped capture, he slowly and carefully brings his hand back up to his forehead to feel a thick and long gash above his right eye. Blood flows from the thick cut freely down his right cheek and into his thinly trimmed beard and down his chin to drip upon the floor and onto his white t-shirt. Once again he makes eye contact with the sole Duke capture while his mind wavers from thought to thought before his mind returns to Garrett. Fear and concern rushes through him towards his friend as yelling of pain and anger rushes from upstairs. Garrett may have gone along with the idea as much as Chet had at the beginning, but it was no doubt in Ethan's mind, that Garrett ever thought it would get this far. Fear rushes through Ethan for Garrett, Garrett was a hell of a fighter and has taken on much more than just Chet, he has the scar to prove it, but Garrett remains weaponless while Chet has the gun. Once again, there is no doubt in Ethan's mind, that Chet could and would use the gun against Garrett if he felt the need to use it. Family or not... (Cue Anyone!)

"No...no," Kristy silently mutters aloud in disbelief as she slowly takes a step back. Fear and dread races within her petite body as she stares blankly at Hogg's fallen and still body upon the dusty dirt ground. Staring at her boss lying helplessly upon the ground, Chance's words seem to chant within her, feeding upon the dreadful thoughts that rush within. "C-can I help with anything?" Kristy slowly speaks up while her attention remains upon Boss's still body and Kristy slowly glances over her shoulder in search of her children. Seeing the kids nestled within the protective arms of the sheriff and of Garrett, her mind slowly comes to the events that had led to here. The race. Dread and regret fill her numb body once again as she turns around to face Boss's small and round figure lying upon the dusty ground; his white suit is now partially covered in the dusty dirt. Watching the town's doctor working upon the commissioner, Kristy's mind runs through the past of all that Hogg has done to her family, to Hazzard. Despite the differences between the law and the Dukes, Kristy had always enjoyed working for Boss, even through the challenges it had brought. She may not have agreed with his tactics and grew upset at some of his greedy schemes, she felt that somewhere within that white suit was a man that deeply cared in one way or another. If only he had chosen the right side of life and not turned to greed. . . (cue anyone)

"No...no," Kristy silently mutters aloud in disbelief as she slowly takes a step back. Fear and dread races within her petite body as she stares blankly at Hogg's fallen and still body upon the dusty dirt ground. Staring at her boss lying helplessly upon the ground, Chance's words seem to chant within her, feeding upon the dreadful thoughts that rush within. "C-can I help with anything?" Kristy slowly speaks up while her attention remains upon Boss's still body and Kristy slowly glances over her shoulder in search of her children. Seeing the kids nestled within the protective arms of the sheriff and of Garrett, her mind slowly comes to the events that had led to here. The race. Dread and regret fill her numb body once again as she turns around to face Boss's small and round figure lying upon the dusty ground; his white suit is now partially covered in the dusty dirt. Watching the town's doctor working upon the commissioner, Kristy's mind runs through the past of all that Hogg has done to her family, to Hazzard. Despite the differences between the law and the Dukes, Kristy had always enjoyed working for Boss, even through the challenges it had brought. She may not have agreed with his tactics and grew upset at some of his greedy schemes, she felt that somewhere within that white suit was a man that deeply cared in one way or another. If only he had chosen the right side of life and not turned to greed. . . (cue anyone)

Welcome aboard! It is always good to see other Duke fans out there. The General Lee is a 1969 Dodge Charger. John Schneider who played Bo Duke is currently in another television series called "Smallville" where he plays Super man's dad. Tom Wopat who played Luke Duke is doing Broadway...I think he is currently in "Chicago" but I could be wrong about the play and all. I hope that is of some help to you! Once again, welcome aboard.