Cowboy

"Know your friends and family well... but know your enemies even better." *Smirks.*

I SAID a show of hands of the people who ENJOY the new knight rider. Aint you ever heard the old saying; "If you aint got nothing nice to say, dont say nothing at all!"
~Chet

"Throw me a show Sam, I thirsty, gotta have something to drink my guts outta this place!" The chickens sqawked in amusement.
Romeo rode in on his moped called fred and swept the pink spotted elephant off its feet and escaped to the outbacks of Austrailia.
Next came the mighty thunder chicken, with a beard as long as a fire hose. But it was no match for the scrawny milk man, he bought it a nice hot root beer and sent it afloat with the Titanic.

*Hazzard County 2005 Sometime in early January*
A pair of hungry mismatched eyes watched from a strand of Georgian pines behind the market on the end of Maple St in the town of Hazzard. The thermometer on the side of the build was showing little red, the air was cold, the ground frozen with a dusting of snow. A freshly killed cow hung from the back of the market, the butcher there removing the outer fat from the beef before starting on cutting up the meat.
Chet glanced from watching the butcher start on the fresh meet to the parking lot of the market. It was early morning and no customers had arrived yet, a perfect time to try snatch a piece of the meat without being seen. His stomach growled hungrily as he adverted his attention back on the deep red beef flesh. He couldn’t help but like his lips, the young Duke boy hadn’t touched a good meal in over a week.
Blood dripped from the back of the cowboys black canvas jacket onto the frozen brown grass near the trees. A fresh wound in his shoulder evidence that he’d already failed in one attempt on a meal earlier that morning. The load of buckshot in his shoulder made the muscles quiver, the warm fresh blood steamed in the cold. But his patience loomed as he waited, the butcher would fill the large steal bowl full of the fresh meat and leave to take it into the market to be wrapped. Then would be his chance to snatch a chunk of the meat and be gone before anyone noticed it missing.
( CUE B.L. DAVENPORT )