DaneyDuke

Daney followed the Sheriff. *You're welcome, I'd have went and got Bandit but Brian is right, it was probably best for him and your doppleganger cousin to go.* She paused in her thoughts. She blinked seeing MaryAnne and the Doc... (cue anyone!)

Can two challenges be combined together, like spark word and picture for one story? It's great to see this section up. Yay, Deputy! 8)

"Yeah, Chance checked her over. It's either retrograde or traumatic form," Daney paused. Hazel eyes stared into the dark ones peering around Cully's shoulder. "She could have her memory back by the time we walk in the room." She sqeeuzed Rosco's hand. "Thank you- do you think maybe if she seen Bandit that might help?" (Cue Brian or Rosco)

=) Nice job you two. I wonder where Ian and Hope will end up.

"Yes, Cooter." Daney nodded. "Doc got her all fixed up..." She paused and pointed down the hall. "Please excuse me." She hurried away. And didn't stop until she nearly ran over a friend. Hazel eyes blinked and stared at the gentleman and his companions... "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I wish it was me with no memory instead of MaryAnne."

Daney felt helpless. She hated that MaryAnne didn't know who anyone was. As for what Chance had said about time, what if months or years before the bright eyed Deputy regained her memory. The former private investigator wasn't willing to wait that long... MaryAnne being without her memory was terribly upsetting. She walked down the hall and bumped into a familiar face.

(Co authored with the Deputy) Daney stood in quiet ponderment of what had just transpired. Her vision had cleared about the same moment that MaryAnne went off after Brian. The incident bothered her deeply. *Does this mean I am gonna have to choose one over the other?* She shivered and her blood run cold. She shook her head and looked at Rosco. He was the only one she trusted to get his kin and not make a bigger fracas. "Would you like my help or you want me to stay here, sir?" She asked. Rosco turned back to Daney. He paused in thought. "Yeah," he said. "And actually..." He looked at Cully. "Seeing you've got a car, why don't you go up the street there where the alley ends. Daney and I can go around back of Rhuebottom's here and check out the other direction." Cully nodded. "You got it." He got into the car and guided the Pontiac down the street, past Cooter's garage and down the street that turned into those same storm damaged houses Brian had just made a bee line for. Rosco looked at Daney and waved for her to follow him. "Take it easy," Daney yelled to Chance and Hilery. She saw Val and Enos run up behind the black truck before taking careful steps behind the Sheriff. She hoped that Cully wouldn't get lost or stuck in a tight spot from trees being down, parts of buildings scattered everywhere. Dukes had always been known for having a sixth sense when one of them was in trouble... Coltranes did too. Daney almost bumped into Rosco as he stopped. A figure was several yards in front of them. It was MaryAnne and Rosco didn't stand still for long. He hurried his steps and approached her. "Are you awright?" he asked. MaryAnne looked up at the two people approaching. She noticed the man was wearing a police uniform like her, but she didn't know who he was. The girl she didn't recognize either. "I have the most horrendous headache you can imagine...and some schmuck just tried to steal a toaster from the store back there." Rosco snorted. "That schmuck happens to be your cousin." MaryAnne stared at him. "Huh?" "It'll all make sense to you in time. In the meantime tho', I'm Rosco and this is Daney. Do you recognize either one of us?" MaryAnne rubbed her throbbing head and studied the two faces that looked at her. This was starting to get scary. She didn't know *anybody*. She shook her head hesitantly. "No...." "Do you know who you are?" he asked. "Everybody keeps callin' me MaryAnne." Rosco nodded. "That's your name. You're MaryAnne Coltrane. My last name's Coltrane. The "schmuck" you were just chasin' after is Brian Coltrane. We're all cousins." MaryAnne blinked. She turned and looked down the alley where Brian had disappeared and then looked back to the Sheriff. She said nothing, because she didn't know what to say. "Rosco, if MaryAnne will let me, I'll take her back to Chance and," Daney paused. The way the Deputy had peered at the alley seemed to indicate Brian's directions. She lifted a hand and pointed toward the alley, certain of the feeling she had. "You'll find Brian and Cully down thatta way." Daney gave Rosco a small confidant smile; she could see the worry on his face. She was scared but there came a time when everyone person had to step to the plate and be strong. She had learned from MaryAnne. Rosco looked down the alley and a little relief seemed to come to the corners of his mouth. "I think yer right," he said. He looked at MaryAnne. "MaryAnne, sweetheart, Daney here will take you to Dr. Walker. She'll help you get rid of your headache..." *and hopefully we can figure out how to get MaryAnne her memory back.* MaryAnne rubbed at her temple again. "That would be nice..." she said. MaryAnne stepped toward Daney and Rosco smiled. As the two girls headed out of the alley, he walked the other way. (Cue Cully)

Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday, Marie. Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuu. 8)

=) Hope is a unique creation. Nice work, C. Congradulations to both of you on working together, C and Jax. Will be interestin' to see where this goes if you two decide to continue.

(Miss Jax gave permission for Min and Ian to be mentioned) A pair of weathered hands grabbed the cb mike off the box on the stand in the kitchen. Min and Ian were helping Bo and Luke get comfortable in their room. Daisy had already settled on the couch. The boys had insisted on her being tended to first upon the family’s arrival home. Nate had borrowed Jesse’s old shine car to go on a business meeting that he hadn’t been able to get out of. “Shepard to Scout…†Jesse called. He waited several minutes before repeating the words. He put the mike after still no answer. He walked into the living and got a small knife and unfinished whittled creation from the bookshelf. He went over and sat down in the rocking chair. Meanwhile in town, Daney had ditched the Game Warden Val and her brother Enos Strate. She called the hospital from the telephone company and been informed that her family had been released. Since there was no answering machine at the farm, she left a message for with Mabel for her family. There were still people missing that she cared about. She had strolled to the boutique that had survived Mother Nature’s wrath. She hastily grabbed some clothes from a rack and hurried to the dressing room. She changed from her torn, dirty tank top and jeans to a black peasant blouse and shorts. She left a note on the counter for Mrs. Hedstrand to charge the garments to the family account. Daney reached her hands up to her neck and held onto the silver chain. The brightness reflecting in a wall mirror reminded her of Mary Anne’s smile. Her lips pressed together to stop tears from forming in her hazel eyes or falling on her cheeks. She knew her family was awright but not her best friends. She took a deep breath and ran into the street. Her platform boots barely making contact with the pavement with each step that Daney took toward the police department. Daney caught a glimpse of Hunter, her dark green Plymouth Duster parked across from the pool hall just before she changed direction. Something lead her to Rhuebottom’s General Store. Blurry vision and dizziness slowed her pace. She stumbled blindly toward voices. One, an unmistakable thick, male city drawl. The other, a soft female country tone. Feeling safe, she called out to the people. “MaryAnne, Chance, Hilery, Brian!†Another vehicle came screeching up behind the black Ford Bronco before anyone answered… Two gentlemen who looked exactly alike got out. (Cue MaryAnne!!!!)

The "00" was from the 1st reunion movie in 1997. It was owned by Buzz Kilroy and a decoy one driven by Cam Cutler until Buzz showed the boys that there were two "00"'s during the race... Mama Max's illegal one and Buzz's original that had according to the back story been the only car ever to beat the General in an over land race.

(Please note, Val’s author phoned to say her internet connection was going to be out for a few days. She asked that I write for the Game Warden if the occasion warranted.) Val’s mild grey eyes narrowed seeing a still figure along side of Doc Walker’s house. Her six-foot tall frame scurried like a chicken from a fox in the Duke’s henhouse. Her ears heard a graceful rendition of ‘Small Town' by John Mellencamp. A mule eating briars type grin spread over the Game Warden’s lips. The five foot, eight inch form rose up. Slender hands came up and ran through waist length brunette hair. “I feel like an eighteen wheeler ran over me,†the brown green hazel-eyed woman said mischievously. “Daney!†Val exclaimed. “That’s an awful thing to say.†“This is Hazzard where it doesn’t get dark,†Daney countered good-naturedly. She had already spoken a silent prayer that everyone else had made it ok… her best friends, family, Chance, and a list of folks longer than offenses on Hughie Hogg’s rap sheet. A copy of that document kept in Boss’s office safe. She forgot the pain in her body, appreciated the fact that she was alive. She blinked and focused attention on another resident. (Cue MaryAnne, Chance or Hilery)

Nate shook his head and turned toward the voice. His mouth opened in surprise seeing a doppelganger of the gentleman on the ground. He heard yelling from the courthouse. He ran inside instead of taking a chance with the fella outside. (CUE CULLY!!!!)

Happy Birthday Scoot

Nate walked over to the County Courthouse. His foot touched something near the steps. He looked to see an unconcious male body. He reached down and felt for a pulse... it was weak. He fumbled around for a wallet and found one in a trouser pocket. Eyebrows rose up as he read the driver's license name ... Rosco P. Coltrane.

I think Joseph will be a nice addition to this community. So Welcome to Hazzard, Renee. Wether your stay is years like some of us have been here or months, I hope you enjoy yourself. 8) P.S. Welcome to Hazzard, Dixie Davenport. Your story in the other area is interesting, keep up the good work.

Daney watched Ian and Min run. She turned to stroll over to Doc’s house. A dark haired man bumped into her. “Nate!†She gasped in surprise. “What are you doin' here in Hazzard?†Green brown hazel eyes stared into the light green eyes. His attire of silk shirt and jeans clung tightly to a muscular six-foot frame. “I signed papers to turn the music store into my new law office.†“That's nice," Daney commented. “You want a tour?†He asked. “Right now? There was just a tornado and another one could hit,†Daney paused. “I really should go check on folks.†“You could check on me first,†He smiled. Daney felt uncomfortable. “C’mon,†Nate urged. "It’ll just take a few minutes." “I don’t know,†Daney hesitated. She really should be searching her kin, friends/accquiatnaces like Chance and Val. Nate’s response was to plant a kiss on her mouth. "Say you will," he whispered. “I need to make sure my cousins and friends are ok.†She hurried away. When she reached Doc Walker’s house, a frown came to her lips as she saw the damage to Chance’s property. “Poor C, lost her porch.†Realizing that she couldn’t exactly use the front door to go in and see how the Doc was, she took a hazardous path to the back door. (Cue Chance)

A slender form ran from a vehicle parked across from the courthouse, directly in front of the gazebo. Hail begin to pelt the black wrought iron fence that enclosed the Hazzard Square and everything else. The savage wind tossed brunette hair around. Hands came up to keep the tangling mess off the young woman’s face. Attire of a sleeveless tie blouse and jeans were thoroughly soaked before she was halfway across street to her destination… She shivered. BOOM! CRACK! Lightening zig zagged in the darkened greenish afternoon sky. Another thunderclap sounded from somewhere behind her. She froze in her tracks recognizing the tattletale sound of a tornado, a loud train like roar… Binoculars slipped off a strap from around her neck onto the ground as platform sandals hurried onto the doctor’s porch. The brunette woman turned to observe a large funnel coming toward the courthouse. She gasped. Her head turned and her eyes widened as lightening struck...

*hug* We'll miss ya. Have fun, relax and try to enjoy your vacation inspite of the weather. 8) Take care, Daney

Welcome to Hazzard, Renee. Good to have a new person here. =)

“Why of course it will, sir.†The middle Duke girl grinned at the man who looked exactly like Rosco. “And thank you.†She paused. Brown green hazel eyes looked around the square. There was the Doc’s office where Daisy had gone. Min had gotten the signatures from the bank, and Daney had gotten the ones from the pool hall and auto parts store. A frown came to her face when she saw the bright orange X on the tree. It had been there for so long. She shook her head Daisy nudged her gently. She turned and looked at her older female cousin. “Sorry.†“It’s ok, cousin.†Daisy whispered and then looked at the man. “Can we help you find someone, sir?†She heard a familiar voice call out from across the square at that moment. A smile brightened her, Daney and Min's faces.

Have a safe trip and take care of yourself, C.

Even tho' a majority felt that was a good post, I was wrong in postin'. Take care y'all. Daney

I haven't spoken on this yet because I feel responsible for how some of you feel you don't belong or were ignored. Yet, it isn't my job or anyone else's to make sure everyone is happy around here... we are all responsible for ourselves and actions wether author or character. There is a consequence for action… I’d like to run and hide, leave and never come back… I can’t. All any of us can do is try to do better. And not be selfish. I had alot more to say but sometimes its best to keep it simple. Respectfully, Daney

I agree on seeing a General Lee beat up any rice car. I know it's wrong but it would be Hazzard and the Dukes rarely lost a race. And while there were many great vehicle choices, I cast my vote for Plymouth ala Daisy's Roadrunner/ Satelite and it would be nice to see a Duster. =)