T.J.Duke

cows (What I sell em for anyways..)

Alberta (No Roger, Michigan is not part of Canada. I've hauled something through every province in this here great country and I'm pretty sure I never ran into Michigan! hahaha)

Well luckily I'm a trucker! haha Convoy -- C.W. McCall and covered in 2003 by Paul Brandt

*Katie was never ever really one to shut-up long enough for T.J. to get a word in edge-wise, so he just let her talk herself into a hole so he could get his turn at talking.* Well me and Sue Anne weren't doin' nothing. At least not as bad as that lap dance you were giving that ugly guy in the bar. *He took another sip from his water to allow Katie enough time to pick her jaw back up off the floor.* Yeah, I saw ya. And i don't wanna see it ever again neither! There's just somethings that a man ain't meant to see his little sister do. *He winked and took off his cap, hanging it on it's hook and began working on his boots.* Nope, I was busy trying to stop some bank robbing firecracker. *Katie had finally got her gears about her again and began taking off her own boots* A bank robbing firecracker? Yeah, I spotted some guy breaking into the bank when I dropped off Sue Anne. They got in, blew something up, ran out, almost hit me with the get-away car, I followed 'em, just about got 'em too, and then they found high gear and were gone. *He set his boots to the side of the door and began unbuttoning his shirt as he headed for his room* I gotta go talk to the law in the morning and report what I saw. You think they'd be at the courthouse by the time I leave for Nashville in the mornin'? What time you leaving? *she asked, following him down the hallway to her own room* I'm hoping to be gone by 5, that'll put me home at a decent time. I doubt it. You'll have to go talk to them when you get home. Kay. *He opens the door to his room and walks in.* I'll probably be gone by the time you get up in the morning. If you got any troubles, give me a shout on the CB or try the shipping yard in Nashville and leave me a message. *He turns to look at his little sister and winks.* Night.

Here's one that I noticed, I know that it had took some other people *clears throat* GeneralLeeGirl *cough* to notice this one.. haha How many wheels are on that '18 wheeler' in Route 7-11? It ain't 18, even though everybody insists that there's 18.

Well that's you ain't it Roger! Will the birthday boy be buying us drinks at the Boars Nest???

*With the pedal to the floor, T.J.'s steady gaining on the bank robbers started turning into steady losing.* Apparently you gotta almost smuck a deer to get a Mustang goin... *He mumbles. All he sees in his headlights anymore is the dust from the escaping crook's car. He leans back in his seat and lets off the gas, watching the RPM's go down on the dash, shifting down when necessary. Finding an approach to an old hay field, he pulls off, shuts the engine down and rolls down the window. A few miles off he can hear the sound of the black Mustang running full-boar for somewhere.* Well, guess I'd best be headin' home and get some sleep. Five-thirty comes early. *Foot on the clutch and a twist of the key gets the old Ford runnin again. He turns it around on the dirt road and heads back for Hazzard.* Wonder if the good ol' Hazzard Police Department still runs nights? *He wonders aloud to himself, shifting gears* Meh. *Turns off the road back to Hazzard and heads down Peach Tree Lane for home* Best get home and get some sleep. I'll come back to town in the mornin.

*Standing up from where he had hidden behind the car, T.J. notices a figure in a black, fast-looking car. They have probably spotted him already, judging by the fidgetyness of the figure in the driver’s seat. In a quick glance toward the bank, he sees the suspect slinking out of the bank and toward the get away car.* Why do I get in predicaments like this? *he whispers to himself. As the bank robber gets close to the car, T.J. hears the 5000 pounds of made-in-America muscle fire behind him. Without thinking, he takes a run toward the street, sliding over the hood of the car between him and the pavement. He hits the ground just in time to hear tires screaming and to see an obviously surprised bank-robber plop himself down inside the vehicle. Gears shifting, headlights bright in his eyes, T.J.'s feet do all the thinking that he hasn't gotten around to thinking about yet, propelling his long body back onto the hood of the car that he had just slid over to avoid getting hit by the bank robbing duo. The car flew by him. He was alive, but apparently still stupid as he found his way back off the car and began running full tilt towards his pick-up. The smell of burning rubber burning the inside of his nose as he tries to turn-up his own turbo chargers to propel the slick cowboy boots forward faster. He finally reaches his pick-up. He swings the door open and jumps in. The door slams shut, his foot on the clutch, hand on the ignition, and he is on the chase. The loud crack of a backfire, or possibly a gun shot, rings through the night.* Either that car ain't as pretty under the hood as it is above, or these guys mean business! *He throws the gear shifter expertly, accelerating quickly. He hits the headlights. Must have been his first suspicion, the black get away car isn't as far away as he thought it would have been by now. Shifting into fifth gear, he punches the gas in the old pick-up truck, hitting its top speed of 85 mph. He is catching up to the robbers.* Oh boy, *he says under his breath* Hope they ain't to big to take on by myself.

*When the explosion goes off T.J. leaps behind a parked car and hits the sidewalk hard on his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. He blinks his eyes rapidly, trying to get over the little bit of shock caused by the explosion.* "Guardian angel to bandit, what's taking so long?" *T.J. jumps a little at the sound of another voice in the dark, none too far away neither.*"I got it and am on my way out. See anything out there? That...um...explosion was louder than expected." *whispering to himself* Yeah, no duh! *Pushes himself up off of the hard sidewalk into a kneeling position, listening for any other sounds from the robbers accomplice.*

*After dropping off Sue Anne from a crazy night at the Boars Nest, T.J. is strolling back towards his pick-up where it is parked on a side street across from the bank. He hears the unmistakable sound of glass shattering.* What the heck? *He abandons his original course and tip toes up the street, sticking to the shadows, avoiding the light cast off by the old street lights. He reaches the corner drug store, taking refuge behind the deep door frame, pressing his back into the wall as to not be seen. He looks around the corner to the bank. As his eyes get more adjusted to his dark surroundings, he is able to make out a dark figure on the steps of the bank, arm... through the window? Packing something that looked vary similar to the snipe he kept on the headache rack of his big truck, but smaller... a cro-bar possibly?* Huh. *The figure has got the door open now and is slipping inside. T.J. looks around at the area outside the bank, seeing if the dark figure has an accomplice outside waiting for him. Not seeing anything, he moves out from the safety of the shadows and slinks across the street.*

Well, I just found this and thought that I had better put mine down. Name: Devin Duke Nickname: T.J. [Tear-jerk] Duke. (Given to him by one of his many girlfriends that he has left with broken heart) Makes his home in Hazzard, but has ventured from the big cattle ranches of Texas to the ice roads of northern Canada hauling freight. Is a second cousin to the infamous Bo & Luke Duke. 6'2" and change 180 lbs Blue eyes Has light brown hair that flips out from underneath his faded red ball cap. Wears dusty old wrangler jeans, faded black t-shirt and scuffed up old Cat work boots. Quite most of the time, but is a talker once you get to know him. Occupation: Trucker, hauling everything from cattle to crude oil, and everything in between. Vehicles: Drives an old yellow and white F-150 pick-up around town, but winds up spending most of his time in his dark blue, chromed up, Kenworth. CB handle is T.J. Duke. Likes to give his friends a hard time about things that didn't quite go right or something that they don't quite see eye-to-eye about. Is very protective of his family and friends and if you're going to mess with them, you'll have to get through him first.

The world could use a cowboy by Adam Gregory