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...Anderson had turned to see who had joined them and then turned his head back when Fargo suddenly went down. Rosco took the opportunity to try to subdue Anderson, but the sniper turned back to Rosco and wouldn't have of it. The butt end of Anderson's rifle struck Rosco in the stomach. He then struck again, the rifle hitting Rosco's jaw and sending him sprawling back onto the hood of the Camaro. Rosco's pistol dropped from his hand and he looked to see what Anderson was going to do next and the sniper was charging toward the sheriff with the barrel of the rifle at the ready to apply a choke hold. Rosco managed to bring one foot up, catching Anderson in his gut. As the sniper's arms came foward with the rifle, Rosco grabbed hold of the gun and pushed Anderson back with his foot. The sniper was not letting go of the rifle and Rosco followed off the hood of the Camaro, now having the opportunity to pin Anderson down on the trunk of Diablo. Rosco was now trying to apply the same move Anderson had attempted, pushing the rifle barrell down to use it in a choke hold. Anderson, however, was pushing back and the rifle was held in a push-o-war between the two. If it weren't for the fact that Rosco carried around a 50something pound Basset hound frequently, he would have lost this battle at the first shove from Anderson. But the Sheriff wouldn't be able to keep up the fight. Anderson had an advantage in endurance and age, and Rosco could feel his arms start to buckle on him. Sensing this as well, Anderson held his push and then suddenly let up enough for Rosco to be thrown off completely. Rosco fell forward a little and Anderson shoved the Sheriff off him, sending Rosco failing back against the front end of the Camaro. With rifle still in hand, Anderson turned his attention to the fight Fargo was in with Brian. The bounty hunter was struggling to get some kind of leverage on Brian but with a knee against his chest and his already wounded stomach, Fargo wasn't getting far. Seeing this, Anderson took a postion so that he had everybody within sight of him. He aimed the rifle skyward and fired a shot, shattering the night.... (Cue Brian!)

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"No," a voice drawled softly from behind Kristy and Garrett. "You're not." There was no mistaking the voice that belonged to Sheriff Rosco Coltrane, although his tone was such that was rarely heard. He stood there with hat in hand, his expression both apologetic and sorrowful. "I won't let Boss do it..." (Cue Kristy n' Garrett!)

MaryAnne sensed the sudden change in the atmosphere between Rosco and Brian. She looked at the Sheriff, curiously. "Schemes?" she said. "Uh...heh, not really schemes just uh...." Rosco cleared his throat. "Uh..." "Just what?" "Uh...now look MaryAnne, you don't remember anything right now, and I don't want to upset ya..." MaryAnne suddenly tugged on Bandit's leash and marched back to the courthouse. "Jit!" Rosco did the only thing he could and followed after her. Cully followed as well. And Brian.... (Cue Brian!)

Fargo looked at Anderson with a 'what do you think?' eye. Anderson gave a shrug, which was about as much as Fargo expected. Fargo took a moment to consider Brian's explanation and figured it could have been plausible. There was one way to find out. "I see," Fargo said, the words dropping like stones. "So I got some hick trying to cash in on my hard work. First he tries to lie to me, now he tells me he wants to cash in on MY HARD WORK!!!" Fargo grabbed a hold of the back of Brian's hair, yanking his head back. "You've just stepped on a train that's a one way trip to meet your maker. We're going to find your buddy and you're going to get Riddick back for me, and after you do that I'm going to drop you off the highest cliff I can find...." Fargo pulled Brian away from the Chevy and threw him toward the Camaro, sending Brian to the ground in a heap. Anderson turned and kept his rifle pointed at the black-clad Coltrane, while Fargo took a moment to tuck the gun he had relieved from Brian into his own waistband. Once Fargo's hands were away from the gun, something sprung from behind the Camaro yelling "FREEZE!!" (Cue Brian!)

That's good, Scoot! Although I hope you're still gonna try to finish those stories. =)

Rosco, meanwhile, had climbed down from the rooftop of Rhuebottom's store and hurried down the road the Camaro had traveled. He saw the taillights of the Camaro, judging the car was about a hundred yards down the road. As quickly and quietly as possible, Rosco jogged down the road. As he got closer he could see the two men and Brian were having what looked to be a one sided conversation. He crept up quietly, pulling his .38 out and holding it at the ready. He paused behind the back of the Camaro and listened.... Fargo wasn't impressed with Brian's answer and sighed, still holding a firm grip on Brian's arm and hand. "Well now ain't we just a tough little redneck. Shall we find out just how tough you are when I snap your arm off? Do you think you can stand to have every bone in your body broken just because you didn't want to tell me where Riddick is? That's kinda stupid don't you think? 'Course I don't take you to be too bright to begin with..." Fargo nodded to Anderson and the sniper turned the butt end of his rifle around and jammed it into Brian's ribs. Brian yelped at the cheap shot and buckled a bit, but Fargo's tight grip kept the young Coltrane leaning against the car. "Now," Fargo said, "this can all be over with very quickly...you show us where Riddick is and we'll let you go back to the farm in one piece. Otherwise, they'll never find *you*...." (Cue Brian!)

Fargo pushed Brian harder against the Chevy, yanking Brian's right arm behind him and pulling up. "Oh yeah? What, you got a lil' group of friends out here, boy? Ya sit around a fire and drink piss-sh** moonshine and shoot your mouth off?" Fargo chuckled. "Yeah...I bet you're one of them. Shoot your mouth off and not have a goddamn clue of what the hell your talkin' about. And seein' as you have no damn idea what I'm talkin' about, I'm gonna tell ya. See, I'm lookin' for an SOB by the name of Riddick and he was last seen in this area. And he has some nasty wounds in 'em, wouldn't take much for 'em to bleed all over something...." Fargo looked down at Brian's hand. "Like, your hand here..." Fargo turned his grip on Brian's right hand tigher. "...now I'm going to ask you one more time about them bloodstains in the grass my partner here saw. Don't tell me you don't know nothing about them, because I hate it when people lie to me...." (cue Brian!)

The business end of Anderson's rifle suddenly jabbed Brian in his left shoulder. "I'm afraid that's not going to do you any good," Fargo said, holding his hand against Brian's right shoulder. "Ya see most of the Tastee Freeze's in this part of the country close at 11pm. We're just a hair past that now..." Fargo suddenly grabbed Brian by the front of his shirt and turned him to face the back roof panel of the Chevy. Brian was immediately relieved of his pistol and held against the car. "And I'm afraid this isn't going to do you any good either...." Fargo looked at the gun in his hand and then at Anderson. "There's blood stains in the grass just over there," Anderson said. "That so?" Fargo looked Brian. "Perhaps Johnny in Black here knows something about that....eh?" (Cue Johnny in Bla---er Brian!)

Fargo and Anderson both gave dry chuckles. Anderson casually removed the rifle from the backseat of the Camaro and walked with Fargo toward the dark-dressed young man. Fargo paused a moment to look Brian over, while Anderson stepped slowly around the black Chevy, looking around the outside of the car and occasionally glancing inside of it. "Tastee Freeze..." Fargo said blandly. "Don't you think you should be there instead of hanging around in the woods here tonight?" (cue Brian!)

The white Plymouth Fury flew along the road heading toward Tri-County. MaryAnne had called ahead to tell them she was coming and with what she was coming with. Once she had done that, she spoke softly to Riddick, although she knew he probably couldn't hear her. "Hang on, Riddick....hang on..." Red and blue lights shined in the night as the car sped along... Rosco, meanwhile, had made it back to Cooter's garage and was cautiously looking upwards to the rooftop of the building and the building ajacedent to it that housed Rheubottom's General Store. Rosco figured to look there first. He found the fire escape at the back of Rhuebottom's and shoved his flashlight into his gunbelt before pulling himself up the ladder and shimmying upward. He made it to the landing and then climbed up the stairs to the roof top. Using his flashlight, Rosco swept the light down by his feet and investigated, walking toward the edge of the rooftop. He found a spent shell casing from a rifle. As he walked closer to the edge of the roof, he discovered where the edge of the roof had started to give way. While the Sheriff was investigating the rooftop, just a block away from him Fargo was giving orders to Anderson. "All right," the bounty hunter said, tossing the remains of the med kit back into the Camaro's glove box. "You're driving." He climbed from the Camaro with some difficulty and walked around the back side, pulling the passenger door open. Anderson put his rifle into the backseat and got into the driver seat. A moment later, the sound of two doors slamming echoed in the square. The Camaro's engine turned over and bright headlights came on. The car prowled down the road, past Cooter's and Rhuebottom's. From the roof top, Rosco watched the car as it headed down the road where Diablo was parked.... (cue Brian)

"Can you get him to the hospital awright by yerself?" Rosco asked. "Yeah." MaryAnne nodded. "Awright. Git. He's countin' on your speed behind the wheel." Although Rosco wouldn't admit it, he knew he was not suited for the job. His driving would be detrimental to Riddick's condition. "You two be careful, ya hear?" "We will. Git on..." "Awright..." MaryAnne got into the patrol car and started it up. Full lights came on and the gumballs turned. The Plymouth backed up and then swung around and sped off down the road. Meanwhile, in town, Anderson had found another trail of blood droplets that led to Allen Fargo's blue '68 Camaro. The bounty hunter was sitting in the driver's seat, the door wide open and his shirt open to reveal the three inch wound Riddick had left across Fargo's stomach. Fargo had taken the first aid kit from his glove box and was holding a piece of white gauze over the wound resting...and waiting. Anderson walked up to the car and Fargo turned his head to look at him. "It's about time you got here. Give me a hand will ya?" Without saying anything, Anderson went about assisting Fargo with the cleaning and dressing of the wound. "What do we do now?" Anderson asked, finishing applying tape to the dressing. "We're going to make sure we got 'em," Fargo said. "He could be anywhere in those woods. For all we know he's down in a ditch and dead all ready." "Good. But we're going to make sure. I'll be damned the sumb**** can cut out half my stomach and not pay for it---ow! Watch it for cryin' out loud...." (cue Brian!)

MaryAnne giggled, covering her hand over her face. She stepped away from the window and headed out of the booking room with Rosco and Cully following. A moment later the threesome came out of the courthouse. Bandit was still barking at Brian atop the Chevy and didn't cease until MaryAnne called to the dog. Bandit jumped away from Diablo and returned MaryAnne. "Good job, Bandit. Ya got 'em!" "HURUMPH!!" Boss interjected, coming between MaryAnne and Rosco. "You Coltranes!! Between the three of ya, you'll be the death of me yet!" Boss suddenly looked at Cully and did a double take. "GAH!! No, no, no, no, no!!! Rosco," He looked at the Sheriff sternly. "This is not funny!" "No it's not funny. It's Cully." Rosco grinned. The ex-stuntman nodded in howdy to Boss. "AAHH!!" Boss decided the further away from Coltranes he was, the better. He seeked his refuge in the courthouse. MaryAnne giggled. "We are a sight, ain't we?" "No," Cully said with a grin. "Rosco n' I are a sight!" He turned to Brian and offered a hand to help the black-clad Coltrane off the roof of the Chevy. (cue Brian!)

Well, there may be a challenge fic that involves a crossover at some point....but unless otherwise stated I'd like to keep the various challenges strictly within the DOH world and not have crossovers. Of course, that doesn't mean you can't go ahead and do your crossover! LOL. Lisa

MaryAnne looked up as the German Shephard came into the booking room, making a direct beeline for her. Although she was surprised to see the dog, she felt no fear as it came trotting right up to her and placing it's paws upon her lap in greeting. "Hi there..." she said, grinning and rubbing Bandit around the neck, ruffling his fur. Bandit soon dropped back down to all fours and MaryAnne kneeled down from the chair and smoothed the fur along the length of Bandit's back. Rosco was watching her....waiting...looking for that hint of recognition. But it wasn't coming. She petted Bandit and talked to him but Rosco could tell there was no recognition there. He glanced over at Brian and Cully. Flash was squirming in Cully's arms and he bent down to let the dog on the floor. Flash then made her way across the booking room floor and joined with Bandit in greeting MaryAnne. MaryAnne was enjoying the company of the dogs and looked up at Rosco. "That's Bandit and Flash," he said. "You got Bandit a few years ago in Atlanta." "K-9?" "Yeah. When they retired him you adopted him." MaryAnne looked at the dog while contiuing to pet it. She sighed. "I wish I could remember...." "Well, why don't you give 'em some commands. He responds to just about anything. Maybe you'll start to remember something that way." MaryAnne shrugged. "Awright..." She lookd at the dog. "Bandit, speak." A hardy woof echoed in the booking room. Bandit sat at attention, awaiting further commands. "Play dead." Bandit dropped to his side and lay there a moment before sitting back up again. "Good boy...." MaryAnne petted him and paused to think of another command. She looked across the booking room at Brian and Cully standing there. Although the young man in the dark clothes was her cousin, the incident with the toaster was still fresh on her mind. She wasn't mad about it but she had this all powerful urge to give the young man's chain a good yank. A mirthful look came to her face as she looked back at the dog again. "Bandit..." MaryAnne said, turning the dog around to face Brian and Cully. She paused and then suddenly commanded, "Go git Brian!! Git 'em!!" Bandit suddenly lunged away from MaryAnne and headed toward Brian.... (Cue Brian!)

Riddick's tactic of taking his fight with Fargo to the alley behind Cooter's garage had served at least one purpose. Rosco and MaryAnne were oblivious to what was going on. It wasn't until they heard the gunshots that the Sheriff and his deputy sprung to action. In the darkness that covered the town square, however, very little revealed itself to the Coltranes when they tried to investigate. In the time it took them to come outside to see what was going on, the action had moved itself into the woods just beyond the garage and town. Rosco had turned to MaryAnne and told her to go get one of the patrol cars and to bring the bright spot light with her. He then continued on into the darkness with nothing more than his flashlight and pearl handled pistol drawn at the ready. Rosco ended up following the trail of Fargo's sniper, Anderson. The Sheriff saw the blood droplets on the ground, followed them and then eventually caught site of Anderson's own flashlight within the darkness. Quickly, Rosco shut his flashlight off and ducked behind a tree and kept an eye on the light of Anderson that was several yards ahead of him. MaryAnne in the meantime had heard Brian's cryptic distress call and was bringing the patrol car down the road slowly and as quietly as possible. The bright spot light remained off, the car itself was lit only with parking lamps and she had the window down, to listen for any sounds. She eventually found Diablo and pulled her patrol car up behind it. When Anderson's radio screeched, Rosco had held his breath to listen. MaryAnne too, heard it, but was too far away to make out what was being said. When Anderson acknowledged the transmission and turned back around to back track his steps, Rosco held himself flat against the tree he was hiding behind, until the stranger walked past him. He waited until Anderson was several yards away before turning his flashlight back on and continuing into the woods. He found more blood droplets and followed them until he heard the sound of twigs snapping off of branches. He listened for a moment and then continued following the path of blood until he reached the gentle trickling water of the creek and his trail came to an end. Rosco frowned. Whoever it was that had been wounded was probably in the creek and if they hadn't succumbed to their wounds, they more than likely drowned and there'd be no sign of them until morning. He pondered this a moment and then heard more rustling sounds somwhere behind him. He turned slowly, bringing the flashlight upward to scan the immediate area. From the road, MaryAnne saw the light in the trees. Not sure if it was Rosco, or somebody else, she stood pat near the patrol car and Diablo. Brian couldn't have been too far away. Rosco listened to the noise and followed after it. In matter of moments, he came upon Riddick and Brian, the young Coltrane trying to drag the big burly ex-convict in a crudely made device that almost looked like a stretcher. Rosco immedidately put his gun away and came up to assist Brian. "Brian, it's me. Rosco..." (Cue Brian or Riddick)

"Lemme git this straight..." MaryAnne said, sitting across from Rosco in the Sheriff's office. "Boss wants Chance outta Hazzard so he can control the doctor and run up everybody's medical bills to his pleasing. As such, he had Chance's bike stolen and then Kristy Duke sweet talked a confession outta you about that whole bit." Rosco blushed and nodded. "Right." "Said confession was recorded for posteriety on tape, which the Dukes came back and bascially blackmailed Boss, and you, with to get Chance's bike back." Rosco nodded again. "Okay...now, Boss, in order to find another way to win that race and get Chance outta Hazzard, holds a fist fightin' charge against Garrett Duke, tellin' him to run the race and win or else be looking at about 10 years for assault n' battery and assaultin' an officer." Rosco nodded yet again. "Yeah." MaryAnne paused for a moment and then cleared her throat. "Ya know, cousin, if all this were horse manure, you'd be up to your eyeballs in it." "Jit...I know. But what can I do?!" "Where's that tape now?" "The Dukes still got it." MaryAnne nodded and thought for a moment.... "Well...I suppose you could always turn honest." Rosco looked striken. "What?!" MaryAnne leaned closer to the desk and explained her plan. When she finished, Rosco looked white as sheet. "MaryAnne....that's puttin' a lot on the line." "Yeah, it is...but I think that's what it's gonna take to bring everybody back in to line." She glanced up at the clock. "Ya better hurry, cousin, we don't have much time."

(I'm early but.....) Happy Turkey Day everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 8) Don't eat too much (yeah right, I gouge myself, how 'bout y'all??? Khee!)

Fargo lifted a leg and kicked out with all his strength, a heavy boot hitting Riddick square in his already wounded abdomen. Riddick buckled momentarily from the blow. Fueled with nothing more than the adrenline for the fight to survive, Fargo pushed back against the wall of the building, stood up straight and drew a hard right cross point blank to Riddick's chin. "I may die a painful death you sonofa*****, but I'm damn well gonna be taking you with me!!" Ignoring the pain from the wound to his stomach, Fargo lunged at Riddick and pushed the big ex-convict back against a stack of boxes, old auto parts and rusted automobile fenders. The noise was defeaning as the two men crashed through the debris. Fargo stumbled back to his feet and in the faint moonlight saw the shell of an old car door. He quickly picked it up and threw it down upon Riddick. Fargo's wounds were now screaming for his attention. Riddick was struggling to push the metal door off of him. And Cooter was coming around the back of the building to see what was going on. The light flashed in Fargo's eyes from Cooter's flashlight as the bounty hunter turned. "Hey! What the---" Cooter hardly had a chance to finish when Fargo pushed the mechanic out of the way and to the ground, making his escape out of the alley. Cooter sprung up like a shot but didn't go after the stranger. Instead he turned his attention to Riddick. He pulled the door off Riddick and shined the light over the wounds Riddick had sustained. With no time to spare, Cooter ran back to the garage and found the first aid kit. It wouldn't be much, but it would be better than nothing. He returned to Riddick and tried to do something for his friend. "Riddick? Riddick, talk to me buddy. Who is that guy? What does he want with you??" (Cue Riddick)

*accepts fire extinguisher* Thank ya! *sprays fire, puts it out* Ok..who ordered original recipe or extra crispy?? KHEE!! Lisa

Oooo!

Nope, I haven't written it yet. That's one of them ideas that on the back burner. Got a lot of 'em back there come to think of it. It's a wonder I ain't started a grease fire er something. *flames erupt* GAH! Spoke too soon!! ROFL

I've had the sinister idea of brinin' ol' Woody back to Hazzard (ie, he escapes from prison...er gets parolled or something) and all hell breaks loose! ROFL

Ya know, I never realized there wasn't a description because I've seen your Simsified creation of the good doctor and I've had an idea in my head of what she looks like based on that. Now, if I could make a Sims version of MaryAnne....kheehaaa! Lisa

The whole is greater than the sum of the parts but y'all know who my favorite character is. And if ya don't by now, ya ain't been payin' attention!! LOL Rosco tops the list. Followed by Daisy, Cooter, Jesse and Bo. Not neccessarily in that order. LOL. Of course, with Rosco goes Boss n' Lulu and then ya got Flash and then....does General Lee count as a character??? Lisa