AlexJackson

Hey Buck Naked-- Spanksgiving huh? That might be my new favorite holiday, a lot more stimulating then turkey with all the fixings! Alex PS. If Thanksgiving is Spanksgiving...lets talk about Christmas!!

MaryAnne--- You tied up Brian?? And what does a full screening entail? If its more rope involved or the whips and chains Brian talked about... then Im game!!! Where do I apply?? Alex

MaryAnne--- Tying?? Chains??? Whips???? Deputy with a whip, Brian with a dog collar? Boy all that gives chain gang a whole new meaning or is that... The Hnet Whip and Chain Gang? Alex

Brian-- Gags? Handcuffs? Beat my guest?? Wow this place is getting more risque by the second! Alex

MaryAnne--- Me? Behave? Id have to say... NEVER!! *chuckles* Sorry but if I behaved now, what would the local law do, thered be no one to arrest... Alex

Okay.... let me get this straight, a whip-wielding tight uniformed deputy, a sexy doctor that gives heart attack a whole new meaning and it seems that head to toe leather is the new look around here. Let me just say... I LOVE THIS TOWN!!!! I LOVE HAZZARD!!!! Everybody break out the leather! Leather for all!! *chuckles...* Alex

Brian-- Luke might be right, get a good distance away before she can throw her baton at you. But then again she might just use a boomerang-like throw that might smack you in the side of the head. Thatd be an interesting way to hear banjos in your head...but then again, I dont think MaryAnne can fit a boomerang on that new uniform, or much else! So you might be safe. Alex

Hey Brian--- WOW! Nice outfit for MaryAnne! Where do I go to get arrested by her? Alex

Hey Brian-- You want an opinion on MaryAnne's new uniform? Well let me put it like this...if she wore that she'd have no trouble keeping the jail full of people whether they were guilty of anything or not! Allow me to demonstrate this by being the first person to volunteer to be arrested... Alex

Hey Gang! Today is James Best's birthday! Wishing you the best and I hope you've had a great day and have many more birthdays to come!! Jax

The answer to Alex’s question came with BlackJack’s words and a pile of clothes that were unceremoniously thrown at him. The jeans and shirt landed over his face and he reached up and jerked them down from his head, mussing his blond hair. He gazed down at the worn out clothing and raised them up, noting the bullet holes and bloodstains on the back of the shirt. “Nice disguise, I’ll look like a walking…†The word corpse froze on Alex’s lips. His gaze locked on BlackJack and his pack of men; the last thing he needed or wanted to do was say that particular word and quickly swallowed it back down. “I mean, the clothes will fit just fine.†He looked around wanting to change someplace private, but the sudden narrowing of the outlaw leader’s eyes dictated that modesty could easy add another hole or two to the back of that already decimated shirt. “I don’t feel like being a show for you and your boys so I’ll just go over here to change.†He watched as BlackJack’s hand tightened around the gun he still held and Alex raised his chin, his own expression growing serious. “You can’t kill me; you need me to pull off this grand revenge of yours. So what’s it going to be? A little privacy to change or are you just going to shoot me now and everything goes up in smoke?†Though he knew he probably was signing his own death warrant, Alex continued. “You’ve come this far haven’t you BlackJack? So I know you’ve got more going for you then a fast pistol.†Alex waited for BlackJack to either speak or just open fire. When neither came he gathered up the clothes and began to make his way to a small group of bushes and trees a short distance from the campfire. Walking slowly Alex’s heart raced in his chest, he swallowed hard and his breathing sped up with each crunch of his boots on the forest floor. Though the place Alex wanted to change was well in sight of both BlackJack and his men, his questioning of the leader could easily get him killed and his now offered back not only made an easy target but an enticing one as well. He could feel BlackJack’s stare burning into the back of his head with every step he took. Alex knew that at any moment BlackJack could give him a very loud, very deadly objection… (Cue BlackJack or anyone! )

MaryAnne--- Brian's right...You are the best! Not only are a great person but an equally as great Deputy. This town is lucky to have you, we're all lucky and thankful to have you here! Have a very Happy Birthday! And to say what Brian didnt say... yes! The Deputy is turning 21 today! So have a beer cookie on me! Alex

Brian-- The episode that you mentioned was "Cletus Falls In Love", from season 4. But my favorite Sheriff Little quote is from Double Dukes when he says... "I aint working with a full set of lights here." The line was funny and what made it even better was Waylon agreed with him! LOL Alex

Val-- I know for sure that Denver Pyle got his star on the Walk of Fame it was around two weeks before he passed on. I think both John and Cathy were there with him when he got it. They mention this on the commentary for either the season 3 or 4 DVDs. Alex

All right, time to throw my hat in the ring here, so to speak... But first let me state that some of you have interesting taste in foods while others...well lets just say some of you are into some Addams family food. (Val, pickled beef tongue? what happened to the rest of the cow? Or do I even want to know? Remind me to be careful next time I have dinner at your place!) Now as for foods that I tend to stay away from, well the list is too numerous to mention given recent events but the basics are as follows: Liver (Seems to be a popular dislike around here doesnt it?) Beef jerky fried foods bread any kind of fizzy drink (soda, sparkling flavored water) sugar pasta corn celery Now as for foods I cant live without: Any and all CHEESE!!! (hot pepper especially! Viva La Wisconsin!) Hot Chai tea with cream and splenda Jalapeno poppers Zesty Chicken Bowl from Taco Bell Wheat Thins Combos Diet Snapple Tea Popcorn!! Well for now I do believe thats it, any comments? Dont be shy... Alex

THANK YOU For saying that MaryAnne! You arent the only one confused! Alex

Quick question... okay Brian, MaryAnne.. from my understanding its any posts thats OUTSIDE of this "post hogg" Thread? Alex

Luke--- Great! I'll make some Swedish meatballs for lunch! *chuckles* Alex

Luke--- I agree with you, how about you and I be neutral since there are two for Brian and two for MaryAnne. You and I can be in the middle! What do you say, we'll be Switzerland? Alex

Alex tried not to show any emotion, but his dark eyes narrowed a bit at the grin BlackJack bore on his face. The promise of a gun barrel at the back of his head made his jaw clench, but he held his tongue not wanting to provoke the outlaw. "And I'll be wearing a disguise, right?" Alex started to say more but then clamped his mouth shut. He knew that MaryAnne had already warned him, Chet and Brian what would happen if they showed their faces in town but he kept the consequences of going back to Hazzard to himself, he simply waited for BlackJack to answer the question. (Cue BlackJack!!)

Alex sighed as he stared down into the flickering flames of the campfire. Two of BlackJack’s men had escorted him to it and sat him down onto a fallen log. Narrowing his eyes, he started to open his mouth when the flash of BlackJack’s pistol made him close it again. Not needing to be reminded of BlackJack’s deadly accuracy with the gun, the outlaw simply gazed at the blond man, his cold stare spoke loud and clear as to what would happen if he got it in his head to try and escape. Turning to look over his shoulder, Alex watched as the outlaw and his gang huddled together to talk about the night’s upcoming events. Though too far to hear the words, the feeling of dread flared in the pit of his stomach. BlackJack had said that all he had to do was drive the wagon into town and his brief tenure as part of BlackJack’s gang would be over. And that was the part that worried the blond man the most. Drive a wagon and then ride off? Right… there’s no way it can be that simple… Facing forward once again, Alex touched his shirt and dug out the tobacco pouch he had tucked there. He began to make a cigarette, thinking to himself as he did so. He knew that outlaws like BlackJack still drew breath for one of two reasons…luck or brains. Though it seemed as if this particular outlaw had both on his side and this combination made BlackJack doubly dangerous. Shaking his head, Alex lit his cigarette and threw the wooden match into the fire. “Great…A smart outlaw…†He whispered to himself as he exhaled the smoke. And smart outlaws stay alive by not leaving witnesses alive...after all, dead men tell no tales… The thought caused Alex’s stomach to flare up even more; he felt it tighten and straightened up rubbing it through his shirt. Someone had to stop BlackJack and his gang before— The sudden return of the gang and BlackJack stopped Alex’s thoughts cold. He watched as the three men sat around him, their grins made a cold finger run up the blond man’s spine. They seemed way to happy and confident as they all took turns guzzling whiskey. Turning to met BlackJack’s gaze, the outlaw too bore a canary eating grin and Alex half expected him to have a feather caught in the corner of his mouth. He had been offered the bottle and threw his smoke in the fire as he took it from BlackJack’s hand. “Relax…sure… I can do that--†Alex replied with a hint of sarcasm as he had a swig from the bottle. The liquor burned his throat and his closed his eyes a moment as he drew in a breath and passed the bottle back to the leader. “And just when am I going to be driving this wagon into Hazzard?†(Cue BlackJack!)

Alex listened to the words BlackJack spoke with a heavy sigh; the plan seemed simple, as did his role in it but the way BlackJack grinned and the chuckles from the rest of his men didn’t set well with him. He had been promised his freedom as long as he cooperated, but one false move could mean freedom of a whole different sort, the kind that came from a well-aimed bullet. Not that he exactly trusted BlackJack’s assurance of being let go in the first place, the only reason he still breathed now was the chance at revenge that his presence provided. Yeah sounds real social, a wagon full of trouble-- He said to himself but then met the gang leader’s eyes. “Good plan, they’ll never see it coming.†Never had he spoken truer words and therein was the problem. The Sheriff and his Deputy would never know what was waiting for them under the wagon’s canvas covering. Having answered the question, BlackJack urged his horse back in the direction they were headed and once again, the gang began to move. Alex nudged Showdown to walk, his expression passive as he went over the plan trying to find some way that could alert everyone to the trouble that would soon come rolling cleverly disguised into town. Needing something to steady his nerves so he could think, he turned partially to his side and untied one of his saddlebags. The barrel of a gun suddenly slapped down on his arm and Alex raised his gaze to meet one of BlackJack’s men. “Put it away man, I think it’s a little late to be trying something, don’t you?†The words being ignored, the outlaw jerked Alex’s hand away from the open bag and took out a small tan tobacco pouch. Alex narrowed his eyes as he snatched the pouch back and opened the drawstring to show the cigarette papers, tobacco and the matches the small bag held. “Satisfied?†He watched the gun being put away before he shifted back in the saddle and guided Showdown with his legs as he made a smoke, then held it between his lips. Taking a match out he dragged it along the saddle horn and sparked it to life, then cupped his hands as the flame touched to the end of his cigarette. Blowing out the match as he exhaled the smoke, he made sure it was completely out before discarding it, then slipped the pouch into his shirt. There has to be a way to warn everyone… There has to be something I can do… Alex thought to himself as he sighed out more smoke, he peered up at the sky knowing that in a matter of hours it would be dark and then they would all ride into Hazzard. He only had so much time to think of a way out of this mess... (Cue BlackJack or anyone!)

While the forest pow wow commenced, somewhere a few miles away, one unwilling rider rode with BlackJack and his men. Alex sighed heavily as the foursome rode further and further into the woods. No one had spoken one word since BlackJack had made his offer and as the minutes ticked by Alex grew more and more agitated. He sat in the saddle as Showdown's gait and the eerie quiet of the woods inspired the thoughts running through his mind. The plan had been so simple…leave Hazzard, face off with Chet and hopefully catch up with Brian somewhere down the trail or possibly the nearest town. But now…Alex shook his head at how it had all gone so terribly wrong and here he was, a hostage to BlackJack when all he had gone to do was investigate the source of the dynamite explosion. He had run into a sticky situation and his attempts at heroics had backfired badly. A sudden thought nearly spilled Alex from his saddle… Help Chet? Did I try and HELP Chet? Alex thought to himself then wrinkled nose in disgust that he had gone from wanting to shoot Chet dead like a mangy dog to helping him. But why? The answer came in a flash of dark hair and blue eyes… a shining star pinned to a suede vest. MaryAnne. Alex’s friendship with Brian and his kinship to the Deputy had been the motivation to get involved in the chase. Not that it would do much good now, for all Alex knew the Deputy and Chet just might think that he had turned against them and the rest of Hazzard. He had looked at them both before riding away, but whether that would make a difference or not only time would bring the answers… Raising his gaze again, Alex glanced around the woods and finally sheer annoyance made him pull on the reins and bring Showdown to a stop. “All right I think I’ve been pretty patient here, but is it too much to ask where we’re going and what we’re going to do?†He asked BlackJack, then watched the leader of the gang stop his own horse and turn it around. Alex now sat directly in front of BlackJack, the two men staring down one another. “After all, you invited me on this little trek.†BlackJack regarded the blond drifter with a sour expression. Seeing the fierce look in the outlaw leader's eyes, Alex kept his own gaze steady though he wondered if the answers to his questions were going to be given by word of mouth or from a smoking pistol. BlackJack had already proven he was no slouch when it came to shooting, having already disposed of Alex's hat. Now the blond drifter began to comtemplate what else he stood to lose at the hands of these three, but despite this he waited for the answers. There were lives at stake including his own and he had to know. (Cue BlackJack or anyone!)

Alex had been coming up fast, the distance between him and the three riders shrinking rapidly with each of Showdown’s hoof beats. Though still clutching his pistol, he chose not to fire yet wanting the distance to be smaller and the targets more easily visible. But all thoughts of bringing up the rear and getting the drop on the bad guys changed when the gang suddenly turned around, heading right for him. “Oh damn!†Alex swore as he started to tighten the reins, wanting to turn his horse around. The words had barely left his mouth when a bullet took off his hat in one clean shot; the sunlight cast down on his hair, making the color all the brighter now. Finally pulling on Showdown’s reins, the buckskin came to a stop directly in front of the three armed men. The gun in the leader’s hand was cocked and prepared to send another shot right into Alex’s forehead. Not wanting to provoke him more, or to make his situation any worse, Alex slowly tucked his pistol away. The rather generous offer had been made to join this band of less than merry men, and the glint in the leader’s eyes spoke volumes as to what the wrong answer would get him. Taking a fast moment, Alex looked past the men that surrounded him to see what had caused the gang to change directions. And there in the distance stood the answer, MaryAnne and Chet, both of them taking a stand armed and ready. *So…that explains it…* Alex thought to himself before he sighed heavily and once again met the leader’s hostile gaze. “Looks like I don’t have much of a choice. You drive a hard bargain.†Nudging Showdown, Alex did what had been shouted to him and turned his horse around. He cast one glance over his shoulder at MaryAnne and Chet as the gang with their newest member headed in the other direction… (Cue Anyone!)