MaryAnne

That first teacher was from my home town. I remember the day of the Challenger like yesterday. And I'll remember today probably the same way.

FULL NAME: Rosco Pervis Coltrane AGE: Well aged (Khee! awright, awright....54) HEIGHT: 6 foot 1 inches WEIGHT: 160 pounds

Well, I probably shoulda checked this before I went an announced a chat and I didn't. LOL. The chat functions weren't even uploaded, so I uploaded what I had on my computer here but, alas, it doesn't work. (***INSERT CHOICE WORDS HERE****) So, considerin' this and the fact that I'm in the midst of the duel of the century, it looks like the chat will be postponed. If and when it's rescheduled it will probably take place on AIM until the chat here is fixed. The AIM chat will then be overseen by whoever is left standing after the duel....

*simply nods. There was no reconsidering this agreement* "Tomorrow. Behind the Boar's Nest." *looks to the townfolk* "And as Brian said, there will be no helping or interference. Y'all just watch, place bets and...munch on yer popcorn." *looks back to Brian* "I will see you tomorrow."

*returns the gaze, unflinching* "That we will, cousin.....that we will...."

Let's just say I can getcha a cheap fare for the trip. And I'm wiling to take this thing however far it has to go to finish it. By whatever means nesessary..... *places hand on hip...close to the holster that holds the snubnose .38*

*recovers from whapped with hat and having said hat being shoved into arms, fixes it and then slowly places it on head. Regards Brian with both sorrow and animosity before shoving him back* No, that's more your speed I believe. Seein' as we're shoving each other around here why not just good ol' fashioned hand to hand combat? A Dixie-fried brawl between you and me. Bad guy vs. cop. Just you and me. No help from the outside, no interference...but no holds barred. Just name the time and place....

*picks up jacket* Yeah, I'll play for big stakes and yer damn right I started this... *throws jacket back at Brian* And you better damn well believe I can FINISH it....

*sidebar comments here..* ROFL. I gotta admit that the suggestions for our duel have been hilarious. The wrestling match is funny (Mystical MaryAnne! =) but I think my favorite is Val's suggestion of Tic Tac Toe. Khee! Perhaps a match of tidlywinks, Brian?? KHEE!! ROFL!! And...in reply to Essy's choice of song. Yes. Blame it all on our roots!! We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming... LOL

Okay y'all. I'm gonna shoot for the Wednesday, the 8th startin' at 8 pm, here at HNet in the Boar's Nest. So stop on by. Khee!

**Tho' really, shouldn't you be out writin' parkin' tickets?** Parkin' tickets?? *stares at Brian for a long, lonnnnng moment, blue eyes acquiring an icy look. Listens as everyone around her and Brian first try to stop them from dueling then decide to place bets on who would succeed. Takes a step back from Brian* You insult me, sir. You've insulted me and my badge long enough. *removes deputy hat from head and drops it on the ground at Brian's feet* I'm gonna give you a ticket. Sraight to hell. I'm takin' you DOWN.... *cue ominous music....*

Sympathy?? That's the ONLY thing stopping you?? Hmm, I may just have to get on your nerves a little bit more then... *Walks up to Brian, pokes a finger into his shoulder* The only reason you're the self-proclaimed number one bad guy around here is because you haven't incurred the full extent of my wrath. Perhaps you'd like to become better acquainted with it??

To Brian: When you shoot me first???You really think I'm gonna afford you that kinda opportunity?? Fergit it! You know, Daney makes a point there....the Sheriff's department, the Atlanta cops, the Syndicate and the FBI all couldn't get the job done and they need someone who can. Someone who's intelligent. Resourceful. Cunning. And has a perfect aim. Maybe I might just volunteer for that lil' job....

*I* couldn't hit the broad side of barn? Hmmm..... Be fortunate you have a few more days there, Brian. Because you're right, I wouldn't shoot ya during the holidays here.... But on Janurary 2nd, my calender is clear. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I can't make anything on Tuesdays either. LOL More 'n likely it'll be on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday night.

I was thinkin' to set up a chat sometime after the first of the year....like around the 8th or something. Something in that week. I'll post further details as they become available. LOL.

I rated Coltrane with a dash of Duke and a sprinkling of Davenport. ROFL. 4 c's, 3 b's and an e. I must now shoot you Brian. BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!

Luke looked at everyone who were now gathered outside the Boar's Nest around the General. He pushed the talk button. "Did she say who they are?" "Yeah. Fellas name is "Bomber Billy" and his sister Sandra, who goes by Switchblade. Apparently they's stunt people too. They're curious about ol' Max. I tell ya, ya think there was a half price sale a Rhuebottoms or something with all these folks comin' into town!" Luke laughed. "She mention anything else about them?" "Naw, that was it. Remember y'all, all that land's over by the Chickasaw border. If you head over there, you best tread carefully." "We will Crazy C. Thanks for the info." "Anytime. Hollar if ya need me." "10-4." Luke dropped the CB mike back into the General. "That reminds me," Rosco said. "Another piece of news for y'all...Vicki just got married in Chickasaw. To Hughie Hogg." "Man this just gets better, don't it?" Bo said. "If Vicki's not careful, she's gonna git caught in a crossfire," Daisy said. "Which means we need to get movin' quick," Luke said. "You better git a hold of your cousin, Rosco." The Sheriff nodded. Luke looked at Bo, Coy and Vance. "We got some scoutin' work to do, so let's get going." (Cue anybody! )

Rosco came out of Boss's office and found the Dukes (Coy and Vance included....they'd been pulled from the ditch and brushed off) along with Daisy at a table. He walked over. "Bad news, bad news, I think we're in trouble." "What's going on?" Luke asked. "Mad Max just broadcasted on the CB for me and Boss to stay out of his way while he's looking for Hughie." "You know, if it weren't for all these out of towners that are running around here, I'd say let Max and Hughie go at it," Luke said. He then shook his head. "I've got a feeling there's something bigger going down." "So what do we do?" Bo asked. "Well, as much as I ain't too keen on saving Hughie's hide I figure if we can get him out of the way for a little while and find a way to neutralize Max's posse, then we'll let them two slug it out. But we're gonna need some reinforcements tho'..." He looked up at Rosco with a grin. "Reckon that cousin of yours in California could help us out?" "Khee! I bet he'd be delighted." "Awright, here's what we gotta do in the meantime....." Luke's voice dropped low and he shared his plan with his cousins and the Sheriff. (Next! Khee!)

Well here's a little reminder for y'all. Tomorrow night, Sept 28th, Fanfic chat at the Boar's Nest. Be there or be....doing something more constructive. ROFL MaryAnne

Hallo! "Wiz." Wie geht's? Willkommen in Hazzard. Auf Wiedersehen! MaryAnne

Next Fanfic Chat tentatively scheduled for Saturday, Sept. 28 2002 at 8PM here at HNet in the Boar's Nest. Yes, that's the 28th...next Saturday, not tomorrow. LOL The Wednesday after that, October 2, there'll be another fanfic chat at 8PM here at HNet also at the Boar's Nest. I'm gonna try to schedule an AIM chat one of these nights too...LOL. Y'all stay tuned. MaryAnne

*Looks over at Rosco after reading the rap sheet* "Man...if this dude shows up in Hazzard, we're in trouble." MaryAnne

While all of Hazzard seemed to be turning into Hell breaking loose, Rosco and the Dukes boys traded notes. They were able to confirm a few things: 1. Vicki was back in Hazzard...even if she had just escaped into Chickasaw. And if Vicki was back that meant Hughie wasn't far behind. 2. Mad Max Davenport was back in town, and had apparently brought a lot of friends with him. 3. If Max and Hughie were to meet up at some point.....eeeeek... "Daisy told us on the CB that she saw Dewey in town too," Luke said. "Yeah," Bo concurred. "Does Boss know that?" Rosco shook his head. "No, I don't think he does. I wonder just how many of Boss's kin are gonna show up?" "Not to mention Cooter's totally wacked cousin, Max," Luke added. He looked at Bo. "Ya reckon Cooter knows it's HIS kin that's causin' a good deal of the ruckus?" "If he don't, he's gonna find out right quick." "Listen fellas, maybe Hazzard's in for something that we all need to be prepared for." Luke nodded. "Yeah. Why don't you follow us over to the Boar's Nest. Maybe we can find out some more over there from Daisy." Rosco nodded. A moment later the General and patrol car headed down the road to the Boar's Nest.... (Next! LOL)

Boss sat in his Boar's Nest office and looked at his pocket watch with a scowl. "I shoulda known better than to try to make a deal with Dukes. What the heck is keeping Coy and Vance??" They were a good 20 minutes late to their appointment. If that wasn't bad enough, somebody went and bombed his caddy, along with somebody's patrol car. Figuring things could only get worse, Boss picked up the CB mike. "Rosco! You gotcher ears on? Over..." Rosco was still tailin' Vicki in her Corvette. "That's a big 10-4 lil' fat buddy! Khee! Over." "What in tarnation are you up to out there? Over..." "Well right now I'm tailin' a lil' red Corvette....hmm...wasn't that a song? Anyway, I'm tailin' this Corvette that just rolled in from Chickasaw. Over." "So? Over." "So?? I'll have you know that I know that Vicki is in that car and if Vicki's back in Hazzard yer lil' piglet of a nephew known as Hughie can't be far behind! Over..." Boss groaned. He was right. Things were gonna git worse. "Well you keep tailin' her then! And if you see Hughie, so help me, you haul 'em outta Hazzard, ya hear?" Boss clicked the talk button again. "Over." "That's a big fat affirmative! I'm gone! Over." (cue anybody!)