Garrett Duke

Garrett glances up at the small clock that hangs over the sheriff's desk as he numbly lights another cigarette while his mind continues to tiredly wind from thought to thought. It wasn't suppose to happen this way...if only things had stuck to plan, maybe... "Damn it," he utters as he throws his feet off of the old scarred desk to sit up in the uncomfortable chair before glancing over at Vicki in the cell, "You know I like you...it's too bad you had to make the move you did." He watches for her reaction for a long moment before glancing back at the small clock, counting down the minutes that Ethan had been gone. Five. How long could it take to go get Chet? Questions explode within him, questions without any answers following them. "I don't want to leave you alone, darlin," Garrett turns back to Vicki blowing out a cloud of smoke, "but if Ethan don't come back I'm gonna have to lock that door shut on you...to go get him and Chet here personally." ********************************************************* Ethan slowly takes the steps one at a time while he allows his mind to explore the possibilities of all that could be going on downstairs. From all the arguing and yelling is coming from. Thoughts quickly turn into anxiety and fear of the possibilities that run through him, shoving his thoughts to what the future will hold. Once again he mentally returns the discussion he had with Garrett before he had found that out of town deputy on the phone about killing or jail time. Anger bounces within him at allowing him to get involved, allowing himself to help push this plan into action. The plan had reeked of havoc, of a load of chaos, but it seemed like the only thing th at could be done. The least violent possibility out of the list of possibilities. He agreed that something had to be done and he wanted to help as much as Garrett had, but he never thought it would go this far. It was to get the message across and let everyone out on their happy ways. But Garrett is right...they won't just go out on th eir happy ways, not without arresting the people who had held them captive. Reaching halfway down the flight of stairs, his mind turns to his brothers who had turned to drugs and to violence. There was no way he was going to cross the same line they had...he may not be no angel, but he knows what's right and will stand up for what is right. Taking a deep breath he fights to remind himself that is what they are doing, fighting for what is right, sticking up for themselves and perhaps for the people of Hazzard. Something good could come out of all of this. Ethan's thoughts are quickly interrupted as he reaches the bottom step to the basement of two cells to see all the commotion that is going on. Fear and anxiety race through him as he feels his chest tightening within. Looking from face to face he silently and absentmindedly runs a shakey hand over his well trimmed thin copper brown beard and mustache. His intense dark green slash gray eyes quivers from person from person while his mind races for what to do now. (Cue anyone!)

I am a huge Country music fan...here are a few of my favorite bands/people...as much in order as can be. *Billy Ray Cyrus *Toby Keith *Alan Jackson *Keith Urban *Kenny Chesney *Tim McGraw *Martina McBride *George Strait *Mark Chesnut *Clint Black *John Micheal Montgomery

Looking at my Duke collection (I don't have anything from when the show was originally on TV) I would have a difficult time picking out what is my favorite. I guess it would be my collection of DOH tapes from Columbia House / first season DVD because that is what keeps the show alive for me, to be able to watch it when I want to. I also have a couple of 1:25 ERTL General Lees with a couple of matchbox General Lees (and one of Rosco's patrol car and Hogg's Caddy) that I like...as well as my DOH calenders. I have one for this year and one for next year. The one for next year I got from Duke fest this year and has several autographs from actors on the show and a few stunt drivers. I have a few other DOH items that I like, but if I were to pick out the ones that were to come to mind, it would be those listed above. Garrett Duke

Anger continues to course through Garrett's powerful body as he silently stares at the bland art work that decorate the commissioner's ugly walls. Anger not directed at Chet or at anyone, but at himself. He knew what he wanted and at the same time he knew what they were doing wasn't the way to atrieve what he wanted. How could locking up the damn law make things better? A small grimace works it's way between his thin dirty blond goatee as he comes upon the thought of where he is heading; jail. A shiver trails down his spine at the thought of jail, thinking of the six months he had earned at the State Pen when they had found drugs upon him while he was in the Army. Him and his friends. "I ain't gonna be the one that takes the fall this time," Garrett mutters aloud before catching himself. "What was that Garr?" Ethan asks across the desk from Garrett, "Take what fall? I thought you were the one that was positive with this." "I was...I am," Garrett quickly corrects himself. Three years ago he had been in the Army with dreams of being someone, of fighting a war, coming home an Army. That was until he met Hawk, Diego, and Jake. They all had become a team of outsiders grouped together where they had introduced their drugs to Garrett and Garrett had joined in voluntarily, wanting to feel included. When the officials had sniffed wind of drugs, it was Garrett who was found with the drugs, not his newly founded friends. Looking up at Ethan he forces himself to attempt to fight off the nightmarish memory to think of what is going on now. "You do realize that we are now have two choices...and neither one is one that I want to take," Garrett sighs deeply as Ethan watches him curiously, "You see the law ain't gonna just let us walk out of here when we think we have what we want. Nah, it won't be that easy...they'll arrest us and we'll face twenty to fifty years in jail...the state pen. Our only chance of walking out of here free men is if we use force and kill them all and hope that they don't find evidence it was us that killed the law of Hazzard." "Chet didn't say anything of killing anyone," Ethan spoke up through the eery silence, "I ain't killin' no one Garrett...I may be as bad as you, but I am not gonna cross the same line my brothers had." "Didn't say you were gonna kill anyone and neither am I," Garrett stares at Ethan who grows nervous in his wooden chair, "but I ain't gonna go to jail either. There's no way out." "We could walk out of here now," Ethan shrugs, "tell Chet it's through...or tell him you have to go check on Kristy." "Either way the law knows we've been here and we backed Chet and Riddick. It's too late to back out now," Garrett subconciously rubs a thick left index finger down his long wide scar on the right side of his neck, "the only choice we have is to finish what we started." Ethan's eyes shine in doubt and mistrust as he eyes Garrett warily, fighting to understand what Garrett really means. "But if we aren't going to kill anyone, that leaves jail time." "Twenty or fifty years is better than life...or more like it, the death penalty," Garrett looks up at Ethan, "We'll figure something -" Garrett is interrupted by Chet's abrupt and loud yelling from the basement and Garrett glances up at Ethan before jumping up to his feet. "That's us," Garrett sighs as he slowly reaches the closed door before Ethan, "and it sounds like he's in trouble or hurt or both." "Yeah," Ethan numbly agrees behind Garrett. Garrett nods at Ethan before turning back to the closed door and moves to slowly open it with horrifying thoughts flooding through him. Slowly opening the door, Garrett finds Vicki standing at the side of Rosco's aging desl, with her back to them. Garrett motions Ethan to stay where he was as he watches Vicki holding the black phone up to her ear for a long silent moment. Listening to Vicki slowly beginning to leave her message, fear and anger radiates through him at Vicki ratting them out and at Chet for allowing her to come here freeely, for falling for her lies, her wise scheme to not get thrown in with the Hazzard law. "Stay here for a moment unless I need help," Garrett whispers to Ethan before he slowly begins to tip toe his way to Rosco's desk while keeping an watchful eye on the brave red head to make sure she doesn't see him. Garrett holds his breath as he walks up to Vicki and quickly and forcefully places a tight hand across her mouth and another tight and violent hand across her stomach, holding her hands to her side. "Nice try...you can't fool everyone, darlin'!" Garrett hisses into her ear before he quickly and harshly kicks the phone across the room to make it disconnect, "Well, I read you from the second you walked in here with Chet...I knew you were trouble! Too bad he didn't listen to me!" "What now?" Ethan asks as he joins Garrett at the desk where he continues to hold tightly onto Vicki, feeling his anger and frustration bubble within him. "I want you to go down and drag Chet up here," Garrett hisses as he drags Vicki to one of the upstairs cells that rests behind the sheriff's desk, "I don't care if you have to save his ass from the local law down there...get him up here right now!" "OK," Ethan says quietly as he watches Garrett drag open the cell door. "And don't tell him what happened or what I want," Garrett hisses as he shoves Vicki into the cell and slams the door shut and locked before lighting a cigarette, "Just tell him I want to see him...now!" "On my way," Ethan says as he reaches the stair way. (Cue Vicki or Chet)

Garrett listens to his heart thuddering powerfully within him while he watches Daney slowly disappearing from where she once was. Staring at the dark and empty stair way he silently wonders if she will do as she is told or has gone within the shadows of the corners somewhere. A small smile slowly creeps across his face as he silently realizes that she is as much a Duke as anyone else is, meaning she hasn't listened as she was told to do. "What you grinnin' at boy?" the man's powerful voice boomerrangs within the small basement of cells to bring Garrett's attention back to him. "Nothin'," Garrett slumps further down into his cot while glaring willfully at the man sitting on the stool, silently daring him to make his move, "just tryin' to make sense of all that you are sayin', cause so far, you haven't said nothin'." "A smart ass, eh?" the broad shouldered stranger says while shaking his head in disappointment, struggling to fight loose from Garrett's cold and long glare, "Well then you better grow some smarts, boy, and begin to understand what I am talking about. . .about what I want." He pauses for a long moment as he glares up the shadow covered stair way before glaring back at Garrett, "I think if you were to listen you would learn that we all want the same thing." He shrugs, "Me and my boys have been following you pretty close and I think I got the jist of who you are and what motivates you. If I know you, you are going to bust lose and break free from this dump, maybe meet that friend of yours some place." "You know nothin' 'bout me," Garrett straightens up as he feels his body growing tense at the man's change in attitude and change in voice, "and you still haven't tol' me what you want." "I know more than what you think and if you'd shut your trap I'd get to what I want," the stranger snaps as he angrily grabs ahold of a metal bar, "When you bust out of here, you are going to ditch that woman friend of yours and meet up with me at my hideout...if you don't bust out, I will help you get outta here. I'll then tell you what I want from you." "What makes you so sure I'll do as you say?" Garrett says, his voice full of attitude, "Because I am not about to go meet up with you or any of your boys no matter what you say." A thin evil smile creeps across the man's handsome face as he staples his fingers up against his chiseld chin. "Oh sure you will," the smile grows as a flame flickers within his dark eyes, "because if you don't show up at my hideout by midnight tonight, the next time you see Shay, Jamie, and Kristy will at thier funeral. Too bad it'll have to be all closed baskets." "Don't you dare touch them!" Garrett instantly is thrown to his feet in anger and in fear, "I don't know who the hell you think you are or what you want, but you don't mess with them! You mess with -" "Then what?" he shrugs, "I getta deal with you? You're nothin' compared to the likes I have dealt with. I'll see you comin' a mile away and squish you like the bug you are." "I ain't scared of you," Garrett puts up his brave front, "or your men...I've dealt with the likes of you before I came down to this hick town. You come within a mile of my family and I'll -" "I know more about you than you know me, you know nothing about me to be saying you've dealt with the likes of me. I've ran down your past and know who you hang out with and all the trouble you have been in... and I'm a whole lot worse than the men you've faced," the stranger pauses to allow the thought to sink in, "you've got two options you can continue with your bravery and watch the slaughter of your sister and her children or you can do what is best for everyone and come to my hideout," he leans close the bars to grab onto Garrett's shirt and yank him tightly against the bars to whisper their hideout in Garrett's ear before shoving him forcefully back. "It's your choice Garrett...you have til midnight sharp to meet me and my boys...you not there you face the consequences." The stranger gives Garrett a daring smile over his shoulder as he heads towards the stair way. As he begins to walk up the stairs he yells over his shoulder, "I'll be seeing you." (Cue Daney...or anyone)

**this is a joint post with Chet** "Put 'em down," Garrett abruptly yells in excitement to break through the intense silence that had began to build between Ethan and him upstairs, "because I won!" Ethan's face fills with disappointment as Garrett lies down his hand to show a perfect run and Ethan slowly shows his cards. "You cheat," Ethan says poutily, "I mean three damn games and you win each time! Now I know why I don't play cards!" "You just jealous!" Garrett laughs as he slowly begins to collect the cards as footsteps begin to echo off of the linoleum flooring out in the hall way. "I'll go see who it is," Garrett grows serious as he stands from the old chair and begins to walk towards the door. Chet and Vicki entered the station hand in hand, a big grin still written on the black haired young Duke boys face. There voices carried down the hall way an the steady thud of Chet's boots knocked on the floor. "I cant believe I have known you all this time and never told you how I felt." Chet said looking into the red heads beautiful eyes. Then he glanced up just as Garrett came into view an the two Dukes eyes met. "Oh good, it's only Che- " Garrett's relieved voice slowly cuts off as he sees the attractive red haired deputy from Chickasaw County standing affectionately close to Chet, their hands intertwined with one another. "What is this?" anger rises within him as he motions towards Vicki, "I thought we were a team? What are you doing with her?!" Chet's dark eyebrows sank as his cousins facial appearance changed from lazifair to a 'what the hell are you thinking' _expression. His mismatched eyes challenged his cousin to speak again before he could get an explanation out. Quickly he stepped up slightly in front of Vicki as if to protect her with his own body. "We are a team Garrett....Vicki is my own personal business." He glared at Garrett. "She ain’t here to get us into trouble...shes our friend! "A team?" Garrett steps an inch from Chet's nose to glare coldly at his cousin, feeling the warmth of anger flood through him, "If we was a team you would ask for our opinion of having a new member on our side! But I guess that's not your style," Garrett awaits for a response, "you'd rather sneak her in here and hope that I wouldn't say nothin'...is that it? Sneak her in here and I don't have a choice but to accept? Hell we planned and planed and planned this through and no where in those plans was there a woman involved, not alone a deputy from Chickasaw County. Do you know what the hell you are messing with over there? Rosco ain't nothin' compared to Sheriff Little! Sheriff Little will actually shoot and make his target...which will be us!" Vicki gripped Chets arm as his cousin got close an then within inches of his face. Chet stared back coldly, Garrett was right, this wasn’t part of the plan. But then again he hadn't expected Vicki to come into Hazzard today of all days, but his stubborn pride wasn't going to allow him to back down from his older cousin. "How the hell was I supposed to know that she was going to show up all of a sudden! I didnt plan this Garrett! She just happened here on this particular day." Chet snapped back in defense. Garrett angrily mimics his cousin before he roughly shoves him away from him before sending Vicki a hardened stare. "Then perhaps y'all can leave and me and Ethan here will finish out the rest of the plan...the way it was suppose to go," Garrett eyes Ethan for a second as he shakes his head in disagreement at the idea, "Hell Chet, you growing soft here? Never have I figured you to be the type to cave into a woman and allow a woman to get in the way of your plans! We all agreed...to stick to the plan no matter what. You allow exceptions to the rules and pretty soon there will be no rule, no plan at all. No plan and this whole thing will blow up in our faces! I'll be damned if I have to get arrested and go back to jail just because of a woman!" That was the last straw, Chet shook Vicki's grip off his arm and he swung his fist landing a healthy punch to his older cousins nose. Then he took a step back his chest heaving with anger, his eyes on fire and his nostrils flared. "I have not gone soft you sonofab****....an you know it!" He spat the words. "No! Chet....please stop." Vicki pleaded grabbing Chet's lower arm and pulling him back towards her. Pain flares through Garrett nose and upper lip as blood begins to pour from both nostrils, quickly clogging within his thin hairs of his goatee. Surprise filtered with anger rushes through Garrett as he only half way hears Chet cussing him out. "Coulda fooled me, jackass!" Garrett cuss back as he slams an heavy hard hook directly onto Chet's face, forcing him to lose balance. Spotting Chet's moment of weakness, Garrett quickly follows up with another hard punch to the other side of his face to throw him onto the ground. "Gottya now sucker," Garrett spits out as he pins Chet upon the floor, "think you're manly to attack me? Do you? Hell if you know what I've been through!" With that he sends another hard punch directed at Chet, landing upon his chest. The younger Duke grunts as his cousins heavy fist land son his chest forcing the oxygen out of his lungs. Blood smears down the side of his face from his mouth, the anger burns and wails inside of him, his eyes flicker with a twitch of hatred. Panty he wordlessly replies to his cousins cocky words an cussing with a swift kick to the older mans groin an then a fast right fist to his ribs. "You may have been a scummy city rat..." Chet's chest heaves for air an in anger. "But I have faced things that you have only seen in movies." Fighting for air Garrett glares into his younger cousin's eyes before spitting out, "So you say. Interesting enough you say such thing, since you of all people don't know what I went through." Anger corses through Garrett's muscular body as he grabs a hold of Chet's shirt and thrashes him roughly into the wall. It was a quick move, Chet saw the wall coming but he could not avoid it, the side of his face collided with the concrete immediately stunning him. He collapsed to the floor gasping for air and cussing ever word in the dictionary. "You....stupid...sonofab****...mother@#$%." he spat blood from his mouth and made an attempt to roll onto his knees. "Your no different then them..." Chet pointed towards the stairs an the people in the jail cell below. " You think....your so much better then me....because you have been places....done things that I haven’t...." Vicki could do nothing but stand back out of the way with her hands covering her face in fear as the two men 'duked' it out. "Garrett!" Ethan yells in surprise as he exits from the sheriff's restroom to see the two men fighting. Surprise and shock rushes over him as he is fought on what he should do or if he should intervene. "Get control over yourself, fighting with our member surely isn't going to make things better!" Garrett glares at his beaten cousin and becomes aware of the damage he had create but the anger continues to grab a hold of him as he glances over at Ethan. As quickly as his spinning head would allow Chet crawled away from his cousin an with aid of the wall pressed himself to his feet. He spat blood from his mouth onto the clean floor and hugged his arm around his aching chest. Thank god Ethan had at least drawn his attention for now, long enough for him to get to his feet. Vicki returned to his side, her eyes fears stricken a deep with concern, he nodded to her that he was alright. "I know she wasn’t in the plans Garrett.....but what else was I supposed to do...."Chet coughed an sputtered for a moment. "She got in the way by accident...." "Hell like I care any more," Garrett sighs in defeat, "at the moment I don't care...period." Garrett reads the relief in the younger Duke's eyes at the sight of Ethan, "Yes thank-you Ethan for your do the right attitude." Turning back to Chet he says, "You shoulda attacked me while you had the chance." Garrett takes a deep breath before walking back into the office, fighting to decide what to do now. Before Chet could say anything more Garrett disappeared into the sheriffs office, the young Duke boy hung his head shaking it as he picked his hat up off the floor and shook it off. "Im sorry Ethan....Om' sorry you had to get in the middle of that. "Chet sighed deeply." Hes right....I should have asked ya'll what you thought about Vicki helping us." Ethan takes a deep breath before glancing into the open sheriff's department to watch Garrett's back as the Duke sits upon Rosco's swivel chair lighting a cigarette. "I shoulda jumped in sooner," Ethan finally turns to Chet and Vicki, "no apologies needed to me at least...Garrett may owe you one, but I doubt you'd get it from him. Though the way he looks now, you just might," Ethan takes a deep breath as a spooky thought enters his mind to send a chill rushing down his back, "Welcome aboard, Vicki." Ethan offers her a smile before checking in on Garrett.

Garrett nods silently to himself as he forces himself to listen to the thoughts that courses through him while watching Daney slowly begins to walk away. A small smile begins to spread across Garrett's face as Daney continues to walk away and begins to sing her hint of where to run. Abruptly her singing comes to a stop as a raspy male's voice speaks out to her, to grab Garrett's attention. Glaring through the gate a tall broad shoulder man stands with thick coal black hair and piercingly dark eyes. Catching Daney's look back, Garrett shrugs his shoulders to indicate his lack of knowledge of who the man is. "Thank-you ma'am," the raspy voice speaks up from the tall man as Daney indicates where Hogg's office is located at, "but I'm not here to see him. . .I'm here to see the young man down there." Garrett abruptly glances back up at him from glaring down at the ground as he grows alert at hearing the man's response. Garrett watches in silence while he watches the tall man make his way past Daney to walk towards where Garrett is locked up at. Garrett glares coldly at the strange man while the man's dark eyes seems to pierce through him. "I don't know who you are," Garrett is the first to speak up, "so why you here to see me? What you want?" "Ah you just jump down to it," the man smiles boldly at him while he grabs the near by wooden stool and sits down, "well as to who I am, that is to no concern or business to you. What I want is you." Anger and frustration soars through Garrett as he looks up at Daney to find her still standing where the man had left her. "Well first of all. . .I am locked up and therefore no one can have me," Garrett turns his attention back to the man, "and second of all...no one has me to start out with." The man glares angrilly at Garrett for a long moment before breaking the silence, "Well I am sure you already have a plan for escaping, but if not, I can give you a hand at escaping. But I think it is in your best interest if you were to do what -" "I don't need no help from anyone I don't know," Garrett abruptly interupts him, "and if you are threatening me...you are threatening the wrong person! I don't know who you think you are, but - " "It don't matter who I am, but what you will do for me!" he abruptly jumps up, staring angrily at Garrett through demanding eyes before glaring up to Daney where she stands, "I think it would be nice if you were to leave us alone for a few minutes, ma'am." Garrett glances from him and back to Daney as his mind wonders within him of what the man wants and who he is. "I'll meet you when I get the chance later on," Garrett finally answers the unasked question, not wanting her to get hurt if it were ever to turn to that. (Cue Daney)

Impatience and frustration coursed raggedly through Ethan's trembling body as he watched the thin needle of the second hand slowly ticking around. Glaring at the small white face of the clock that hangs upon the wooden wall while his thoughts rush roughly within him; of his past and of what had brought him here. "Relax," Ethan jumps as a large muscular hand lands upon his left tense shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Ethan slowly turns to face Garrett with a large smile spreading across his handsome face, "he'll get here and all this will take off as planned." "Jeesh Garr, you don't have to sneak up on me like that," Ethan forced his own smile as his concern slowly moves towards what the young Duke thinks of him. Growing embarrassed of his nervousness and doubts, Ethan glances down at his black leather cowboy boots and at the dusty wooden floor before saying, "I'm sorry to be such a drag to you and to everyone. . .I mean, I want to do this. It is about time people sit and listen to us, that we be heard, and about time we all belong here. It's just I - I don't know if this is the best way to do it." "As I said, relax," Garrett shrugs feeling his friend's tension and doubts through his shoulder, "things will work out and at the end we will be taken seriously and noticed. It's either this or I'm gone...I leave and Kristy will leave as well." "That is if we don't get busted," Ethan gives a real smile as he forces himself to relax, "no wonder why my brothers always ignored me and left me out of their plans...I drag them all down with worrying." He gives a small nervous laugh, "I'm sorry...I'll relax. I can't help but to think of the worse...it's who I am. I don't mean to look or to seem as if I am a chi-" "I don't think you're a chicken and neither does Chet...or I don't think he does," Garrett smiles as he looks around the large sheriff's office while listening to Hogg's, Strait's, and Coltrane's yells from the downstairs cells, "relax and enjoy...while you can." "Yeah," Ethan shrugs glancing around while stepping away from the clock, "what you think is taking Chet so long? This wasn't in the plan." "Eh I know but plans seem to vary and change from time to time. Don't worry, he'll come," Garrett steps down from the podium where the sheriff's desk sits to stand near the stairs, "Meanwhile we now control the sheriff's station...we should be having fun at it." "Hell yeah," Ethan smiles as his doubts melt into confidence. (Cue Vicki or Chet)

Garrett allows the silence to accelerate within the humid jail cell as his mind continues to wonder quickly from thought to thought before settling on a thought. For a short moment, he silently thinks about Daney's statement, of not being too hard on Rosco. Glancing down at the case he slowly leaves the thought of Rosco behind to wonder through ideas on how and when to escape. Night shouldn't be too far long away now and the local law should be on their way home, that is unless Rosco orders a deputy to guard him. "So," he begins as he looks up at Daney from the case that rests in his hands, "you wanna meet somewhere later on? If not, I could always find somewhere to -" Abruptly he is cut off as foot steps begin to thunder above on the floor within the sheriff's station. Garrett quickly eyes Daney with heavy worry for her safety, for her freedom before his attention is drawn to the open stair way where heavy foot steps begin to fall, growing closer by the second. (CUE DANEY)

Wariness slowly slithers through Garrett's tired body as he slowly climbs down from his well groomed horse and slowly goes through the motions of tying him to the wooden beam in front of the saloon. "Whaddya think, pal?" Garrett tiredly breaks the silence that explodes within the small town. A small smile inches across Garrett's handsome face as his horse glances up at him from munching upon the weeds that rise above the sandy dirt road. Garrett gently rubs the horses soft velvety nose as he continues to talk, "OH you think, do ya? I know your ti-" Garrett abruptly stops talking to his faithful horse while his hand remains upon the soft nose as the sound of hooves beating upon the dry dirt roads to pierce through the silence of the night. Remaining close by to his dark horse he watches three dark figures slowly come into view, one rides in the front while two follow behind. After a long moment one of the large dark figures in the back slowly begin to speak to the man in front, calling him Jericho. Though the figure whispers in attempt not to be heard, they remain close enough for Garrett to hear what is being said as well as make out a few features in the men's faces. Fear crawls through Garrett's tired body that slowly grows numb while he silently listens to the men's conversation and of their reasons of being here. At hearing his cousin's name be spoken evilly from one of the men, chills creep up and down his body at the thought of his cousin lying deathly injured within the sheriff's station. Who else could want to harm him or how else could he be harmed without slipping into death? That is if he already hasn't. Staring coldly at the three large men while standing silently still within the shadows, Garrett's mind quickly spins within him with the horrid information he has just over heard. Fighting for ideas that could help save his cousin from any more danger. Fear for his cousin quickly turns to panic as the man in the lead gruffly answers his two partners in the back by suggesting to stop at the saloon to seek the next of kin and for some information. Garrett panickly searches his surroundings in order to find some way to escape, but comes up empty with any way to move without being noticed. Holding his breath, he slowly looks up to find the three men heading in his direction, only a few feet ahead of him. (cue anyone)

Garrett grips tightly onto the metal bars that entraps him within the small cell as he fights to contain the excitement that bubbles through him. Excitment at the thought of someone coming to help him, someone willing to help bust him lose. Abruptly, his excitement is deflated as his sister comes to mind, at how upset she would be seeing him taking advantage of thier cousin's generousity. Daney was making a big risk by even suggesting to help bust him lose. . .if only Rosco would walk down the steps now, she'd be sharing the cell with him. Not alone if she was caught in the act. "I can't believe I am going to say this," Garrett runs a nervous finger across his thick, long scar, "I'd love getting out of this dump and watching the reaction of the joke you call your law around here, but I don't want you to get in trouble." He allows silence to fall between them as he takes in his cousin while thinking of freedom. "I'll take what you got to bust me out later, that way," he pauses, "hopefully they can't trace it back to you. Thank-you." (Cue Daney or anyone)

Anger and frustration bubbles lively within Garrett's tired body as he stares blankly at the brick wall that lies opposite of the ratty old cot. How he wind up in this mess? In jail for something he knew he didn't commit? Hell, he hasn't exactly walked the straight line in Hazzard and definately not before, but he still hadn't stolen any electronics. But how did it wind up in his car? "Damn it," he mutters silently as he listens to the activity above him, "what now?" Silence abruptly answers his spoken question as he remains staring at the wall while images of the road might lead him in the near future. Chills rush up and down his back at the thought of having to spend another night in another jail encounter. He had been caught and arrested twice in his past for two totally different incidents, his longest stay in jail had been a month and a half for stealing a box of electronics from a near by store. Hell, he had been guilty then. . .and deserved what he got. Not now. Garrett abruptly looks at the stairs as the silence that had captured the sheriff's station upstairs is interrupted by the scraping of a door opening. Instictively, Garrett glances down at his watch and sighs that it isn't even close to being time for dinner. He sighs discouragedly as he forces himself to relax into the cot, leaning his back against the cold metal bars behind him. Surprise thoroughly streaks through Garrett at the sound of footsteps beating upon the wooden flight of stairs that leads down to the floor of jail cells where he lies. Perhaps company? Garrett quickly shoves the thought out of his mind as he remembers Rosco blocking Kristy and not allowing her to come see him. 'Probably Rosco back to intergate me,' Garrett silently thinks, while watching the gated stair way in anticipation. His expectations of finding Rosco walking down the stairs is thrown to an halt as Daney approaches the end of the stair way with concern etched in her face. "Daney," Garrett says aloud as he jumps off of his cot to walk to his locked jail door. (Cue Daney)

Harsh emotions streak through Garrett's numb and tired body as he sits hunched over upon an old ragged cot that is held upon the steel bars. He allows his mind to continue to rush roughly within him of the past few minutes that had led him to where he sits now. Silently, he wonders if all of this had been a set up on Chet's part, if this had been part of his plan all along. Just as fast as the thought had approached him, Garrett shakes it off, Chet is family and wouldn't do such a thing to him. Not when he had felt the same thing as Kristy and him had felt for a while now. . .he just wouldn't do it. But where is he? "Damn it," Garrett utters in frustration as he reads his expensive watch, watching the red second hand slowly move around the gold face. "Where are you Chet?" Garrett speaks silently aloud as he glances up from the stained cement floor as movement comes from up the flight of stairs. Listening to the shuffling upstairs he wonders if it is Chet or if it is only Enos or Rosco leaving for the afternoon. Once again, the hurtful thought of Chet setting him up enters his mind. But why would he do something like that for? There'd be nothing in it for Chet other than Garrett being arrested. One less Duke? Garrett's doubtful and skeptical thinking is abruptly deflated when somewhere from upstairs, Chet's powerful voice rings out, "“Garrett! Are you alright?!†Hope builds quickly within Garrett at hearing his cousin's voice from upstairs, calling his name. Garrett slides off of the rumpled sheeted cot as heavy foot steps come down the stairs and relief fills Garrett at seeing Ethan's five feet and eleven inche body entering the basement. "Ethan," Garrett smiles running a hand over his thin goatee. "Shoulda figured on you getting your pitiful self arrested," Ethan grins as he reaches up and takes a hold of the large ring of keys that hung upon a hook on the brick wall. Garrett watches him with a watchful eye as Ethan slowly unclock the door and Garrett shoves it open to step out into freedom. "Thanks," Garrett repsonds glancing around the empty basement and back at Ethan. "You owe me," Ethan answers as he leads the way to the winding flight of stairs and they slowly walk up to the sheriff's station in silence. (cue Riddick)

"Garrett!" a couple of familiar voices ring out through the silent town to yank Garrett out of his thoughts. Garrett slowly looks up from the dusty dirt road and up at the old wooden sheriff's station to find his twin brother with thier cousin standing near the old shabby steps of the station. Their arms are stretched out to wave excitedly at him. "Hi Bo, Luke," he nods at them as he reaches to where they are standing at the stairs, "What y'all doin' here? Y'all in some sort of trouble?" The two cousins exchange looks for a moment before looking back at Garrett before they both shake their heads no. "Us? Never," Bo gives Garrett an ornery grin while resting a hand upon Luke's muscular shoulder. "Nah we're just up to see the sheriff," Luke adds in, "no big deal. What's got you up and about this evenning?" Garrett looks around for a short moment as the sky slowly grows into black. "Well I just got wind of what happened to Chet," he pauses to throw his attention back onto his family, "I figured that I would drop by and give him a visit and all." "Well I am sure he will appreciate your visit," Luke nods at Garrett while leaning upon the old splintering post. "We'll see," Garrett gives them a rare smile before shrugging, "Well I better get on my way, I'll see you both later." "Later," Bo grins at him. (Cue Daney)

Actually there is no such thing as Hazzard, Georgia, it is a fictional place that the creators of The Dukes had made up. Though there is a Hazard, Kentucky - spelled with only one z though.

Disbelief builds quickly within Garrett as he stares up at the court house from across the street. The last time he had done anything remotely against the law had been a couple of years ago with his old friends; before he had been forced to move to Hazzard. "C'mon Ethan," Garrett pats Ethan upon his muscular shoulder while throwing out the butt end of his cigarette and smashes it into the pavement as they slowly walk across the street. "Let's do it," Ethan gives his own weary grin as they approach the parked cars in front of the court house where he looks around to find Chet, "Right at six, we're on time," he looks up from his clock and his intense gray-green eyes grow serious, "you be careful Garrett, Kristy would never forgive me if you were to get hurt doing this." Garrett elbows him in the stomach while putting on a smile before saying, "You worry too much, Ethan, things will work out fine. But in case, you be careful too," Garrett pauses as his right hand involuntarily goes up to his thick scar while he glares around towards the court house, "Well time's up...see you on the flip side." "Yeah," Ethan nods while he tightens the grip of his hat upon his hat before he gives Garrett a pat before heading towards the front steps. * * * * * * * * * Sweat drips slowly down Garrett's face as he slowly approaches the back door of the court house. Doubt slowly climbs within him as he rethinks of the plan they had came up with days ago. It had seemed so good to him at the time and so positive, something could actually be done for the better, and he'd be the one to thank for it. But will it work or will it explode in his face? Brushing the sweat off of his face with a thick hand, Garrett steadily throws the door open and a harsh wind of air conditioner is blown into his face as he steps into the wide hall way. Walking past a few closed and darkened windowed doors, Garrett glances down at his watch, timing his steps. Reaching a sharp white corner that leads into a longer hall way and of which will lead to the sheriff's department, Garrett abruptly comes to an halt at the sheriff's door being thrown open. Garrett's heart comes to an abrupt halt as his half sister, Kristy Duke steps out into the hall, holding open the door for a moment. Her back is turned towards him and he silently takes in her thick long strawberry blond hair and her knee length denim skir with her white blouse. "Good night Mr. Hogg," she says innocently into the open door, "I'll see you in the morning, Rosco." 'Damn, she'd kill me if she only knew what I am about to do,' Garrett silently thinks as he watches his sister. "Nite Kristy," the sheriff's voice calls out for her from within his office before she waves at him and closes the door. A brief moment passes before she walks across the hall and towards the main entry door into the building. A brief moment of silence buzzes through the thick hall ways before the front door slowly is drawn shut behind Kristy. A tingle of relief rushes through Garrett at hearing his sister leaving, glad to see her out of the way. Abruptly, his thoughts of his sister is interrupted as the sheriff's door is slowly opened and fear rushes through Garrett as Rosco steps out, holding the door open. "Nite Boss," Rosco says as he tips the end of his hat towards the plump commissioner that remains hidden within the sheriff's office. Garrett hears a mumbled response from Hogg as he glances down the hall in fear, wondering what to do now. Quickly, Garrett glances down at his clock to find only five minutes have passed since he had entered. 'Come on Ethan and Chet' Garrett panickly thinks as he steps out into the main hall way. "Hey sheriff," Garrett breaks the silence and the aging sheriff quickly turns around, surprise registers in the sheriff's bright blue eyes, "You got a minute?" "Garrett Duke," Rosco slowly responds, his words tremble within surprise, "What you want?" "I want...no I mean, I need to talk to you," Garrett motions towards the closed door with his head, "in your office," Garrett glances around the empty halls, "I want to talk to you in your office where no one may over hear and all." "Well, I don't know Garrett," doubt drips in the sheriff's voice, "It's closing time and I'm on my way home. Can't you come by in the morning?" "No, it's now or never sheriff," Garrett takes a deep breath, "and I need it to be now." "Well OK," Rosco resigns reluctantly and he slowly opens the door and Garrett follows him through it to find Deputy Strate finishing some paper work at his desk and a shadow of Hogg's reflection through his windowed door from his office. "What is so important Garrett?" "I need to talk to you about," Garrett searches desperate for something to say, "about Hazzard. It has really changed within the past year since I have moved here." "Things change, Garrett," Rosco states with a bit of annoyance in his voice, "that's life...live with it or get out." "I wish I could get out, but you see, I have to be here for my sister. This town is very important to her," he fumbles while praying for Chet and Ethan to show up, "and well, I was hoping there may be something that you could do to help her feel more comfortable here." "Comfortable? What's so uncomfortable about Hazzard?" annoyance builds within Coltrane's words, "I think you better go home, Garrett. Get something cold to drink or something. But you are now out of my time... I need to get home." "Not so fast," Garrett places his body in front of the closed door, glancing around the room as Enos steps up from his seat, "I want some answers from any of you, before any of you leave." Disbelief and anger dart within the sheriff's eyes as he takes a quick step closer to Garrett. "If that is the way you want to be, Garrett, you are now under arrest," he says grabbing his handcuffs out of his belt, "I should throw you under the jail!" (Cue Riddick)

Garrett watches silently while sitting on an old milk cart as his cousin steadily moves into the darkness of the cave, followed closely by the tiger. Chills race down his back as he silently notices how evil the tiger's bright eyes give an cold evil look within the darkness of the mine. "Yeah we're here," Garrett slowly speaks up as he grabs a Marlboro light from the hard box that he had sat besides him. Lighting up his cigarette with his midnight blue lighter he eyes the new company with hardened eyes, taking them in. "Of course we're ready." "We wouldn't have been here before you," Ethan pauses a he slowly stands up from his milk crate that had been positioned on the opposite side from Garrett. He slowly readjust his black leather, curved outside edged cowboy hat upon his coppery brown hair before finishing, "if we weren't ready." Silence caves within the old mine as Garrett slowly stands up to approach Chet and the tiger while he slowly organizes his thoughts and his emotions. "The question now, is, are you ready?" he give them an ornery evil grin from within his thin golden blond goatee, "I say we do it and see what happens." (cue Riddick)

Silence continues to swarm amongst the two muscular men as they slowly desend into the cave like darkness of the old mine. "They're late," Ethan slowly breaks the silence as he pushes a button off of his watch to make the face glow a bright green within the pure darkness of the cave. "Is this what we'll have to put up with if you come along?" Garrett lets out a long breath he had been nervously holding as he watches Ethan for a reply. "There's no if in there, Garrett, I'm coming along for the ride," Ethan speaks up with a little hurt in his voice, "and I was only stating a fact." "Well," Garrett goes silent as another powerful engine blares from somewhere close, "hear that? That's probably them. You sure you want to go through -" "Of course I am," Ethan throws daggers through the darkness before he slowly finds an old latern and slowly lights it with an old lighter that he had shoved into the pockets of his dark denim tight fitting jeans, "Are you?" "Hell yeah," Garrett gives him a smile as he nervously begins to trace the long thick scar that runs from behind his right ear and down his chin, "it's now or never. I'll chose now." Silence once again crowds between them as they wait in anticipation for the rest of the group to join them in order to go through the plan again before pushing the plan into action. (Cue Riddick)

“I can’t believe you have gotten me into this, Garr,†Ethan’s gravely voice breaks the piercing silence that had accelerated within the powerful engine car as his intense green-gray eyes stare out through the passenger window. “We’ll either wind up dead or in jail when this gets through, you do realize that, don’t you?†Garrett remains silent for a long moment as he stares sullenly through the dirt splattered windshield of his 1970 Mustang Mach I that he had rebuilt only a few years ago. Listening to the powerful engine purr within the hood, pride swells within him at the hard work and talent he had placed within his dream car. “Don’t give me that crap, Ethan, you yourself agreed with all of us that something had to be done. If not Hazzard will never be the Hazzard it once was,†Garrett glares through icy cold and hard smokey gray-blue eyes at his muscular passenger. “Well it won’t do either of us any good,†Ethan pauses for a long moment to glance over at Garrett, “if we are dead or in jail.†Impatience steadily begins to grow within Garrett as he glares into the sun while his own doubts begin to grow steadily within him. “As if I don’t already know that, but things have to change and the only way they’ll change is if someone does something to help it change. Perhaps we won’t be able to enjoy the better Hazzard, but someone else will,†Garrett tugs the black leathered steering wheel sharply left to throw his red car into a sharp turn, “look, if you want to back out now, Ethan, go for it. I can stop here and call someone on the CB. . .I’ll tell Riddick that something had come up or something. Just tell me.†“I didn’t say that, Garrett and I think you know what I mean,†Ethan slowly responds as he shoves his black cowboy hat half way over his eyes to block the blaring sun, “I just have my doubts.†“Don’t we all,†Garrett lends his friend a small smile while patting him on the back, “things will work out.†“Yeah,†Ethan answers softly as the old dark mine slowly comes into view, “here we are. I don’t see their vehicles here or anywhere?†“Perhaps we beat ‘em here,†Garrett shrugs as he allows his mind to slowly wander through the plans they had worked out a head of time, of what it might lead to, “relax Ethan...we’ll be fine.†“I’m as relaxed as I’m gonna be,†Ethan mutters as Garrett forces the Mustang to an abrupt halt. (cue Riddick)

For my part...I apologize as well. I really didn't know exactly what I was signing up for. All I knew was that I was started to feel left out of things so I figured if I signed up or wrote more here, that it may change. I (author) is not a fighter, I shy away from any confrontations as much as possible. My character Kristy is the same way to an extent, but will fight if it is needed to protect something or someone important to her. My other character, Garrett, is completely opposit. He lives for confrontations and for fights...he would never turn down a fight whether it is planned or spontanious. I was acting out of character when I signed up and when I fought. If it were my choice, I would have given up within the first beating Garrett took...but that isn't who Garrett is. Which ended up costing him With that said, I am sorry for the violence I had allowed my character to produce here on the board.

Anger coarses through Garrett's pain-filled body as he gently holds onto his broken, ugly shaped right arm. With hardened gray eyes, he glares over at the Coltrane, attempting to think oof his next move. Never in his life has he ever given up or given in to a fight, no matter what; he refuses to give in to the enemy or the opponet. Blood pours thickly down his nose and onto the matt as he slowly kneels before weakly standing up. Somewhere off the distance he hears a familiar voice scream out in fear and for a short moment, Garrett scans the matt before spotting Kristy in the right corner trying to get in. One of the people standing near by is quick to gaurd her away from the ropes, saying something about her not being signed in to fight. Her temper radiates from her face, a temper that has arisen from her concern for Garrett. Garrett attempts to nod, trying to say, he's fine, though within, he knows that is far from the truth. "This all about money, is it Coltrane?" Garrett wheezes through the thick blood pouring from his nose, "Whatever happened to the fun of the sport?" With that Garrett sends a sharp right kick to Brian's chest to send Brian stumbling to the matt before Garrett lends Brian a kick to his left cheek. "You expect me to give up? I admit Coltrane, you know how to fight and you did lend me some discomfort," Garrett snorts through the blood as he sends Brian a couple more sharp kicks, giving Brian a good example of his own anger, "perhaps a little pain, but it's nothin' I can't live with. I've been through more than a broken bone and a broken nose in the past...I ain't scared of you nor will I give in to the likes of you." Off to the side Garrett hears Kristy yelling at him, pleading him to get out of the ring to see a doctor. Fighting to ignore his sister, Garrett sends the heel of his boot down into Brian's bare chest, digging deeply into his chest. With the amount of pain that ushes through his arm and down his nose the more Garrett's anger grows harshly within him, sending his kicks more intensely into Brian. Throwing his heel harshly and quickly back do wn into the Coltrane's chest, Garrett forces out, "I tol' you at the beginin', the only way I am leaving this ring is when I beat the snot out of you," Garrett pauses to send Brian a few more harsh kicks to the ribs, "or when you drag my unconscious body out of the ring." With that, Garrett gives Brian a quick session of blows to the chest and ribs, letting out the anger that resides in him out on Brian.

Keeping a defensive stance while watching the Coltrane dressed in black with heavily skeptical hardened smokey gray - blue eyes. Garrett slowly gives the Coltrane a slow shrug as he keeps a tight focus on Brian while searching for answers, to the Coltrane's questions as well as to wondering if the questions were a way to side track his attention. "I hadn't heard about no prize either," Garrett answers thoughtfully, his eyes glued intensely on the Coltrane that stands in front of him, "and I don't hold any grudge against you nor do I wish any harm upon you." Another small shrug of the shoulders as he begins bouncing from foot to foot as he continues to watch the Coltrane, awaiting for answers. "Yeah, I spose this all, is making a fool out of ourselves," Garrett answers unwilling to let down his defenses until he is certain it is over.

Scoot, I don't know if you will be able to see this or not, but I have been wanting to write something, to express how I feel, but nothing seems to sound right. So I hope that by some chance, that you will be able to read what I am writing. . . I want to thank-you, Scoot, first of all, for your friendship. You were always there when I needed someone to talk to, ready to listen, to talk or to role play. You are a great friend and someone I was glad to call my friend. I really enjoyed the chats we have had with one another, whether it was the silly play chats or the serious chats...you seemed to bring a smile to my face when I was down about my writing or anything else. Thank-you for listening to me all the times I had complained about my writing and for all the help you have given me with my writing/ideas. I hope that made a little sense at least. Thank-you for being such a great friend...please don't give up on yourself...believe in yourself. Once again, you are in my prayers and in my thoughts.

"Yield to you?" I grunt as fighting with the pain that ripples through body to give a couple of weak kicks to Brian before fighting arms loose to grab a hold of the Coltrane's elbow that presses tightly against throat. Fighting with his strength as well as to breath, to slowly roll over, pinning Brian tightly to the floor with the tight hold of knees. Sending a few powerful punches to Brian's face and chest before sending a direct elbow quickly down into Brian's stomach. "As you said, you'll have to drag my unconscience body out of the ring, before I yield or surrender tot he likes of you." With that, sends a couple more heavy elbows across the face before yanking shirt off and throwing it out of the ring.

Raises eye brow at name being called before yanking the tight tank top off to display a muscular chest. Handing it thoughtfully to Kristy and stepping up the ring. I ain't afraid of you nor do I ever plan on forfetting or surrendering to the likes of you. Nor do you seem to really know who I am nor understand who I am for that matter. No one will be carrying my unconscience body out of no where. Obviously, you have me confused with someone else. As for the other Dukes behind me...they will just have to wait to find who they will fight. Time will tell... I am glad to hear that you don't plan on showing me any mercy, because I don't plan on show any to you either. You are like anyone else I have fought in my past, in Knoxville. So with all that said, let the fight behind...Let the best Duke...uh I mean the best man win.