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  1. At the light touch to the forehead, Brian gave a smile. His dark eyes were heavy-lidded and drowsy, and he had no objection to the idea of more sleep. With a sigh, he shut his eyes and let his mind sink back into the fluffy cotton of drowsiness. A few stray thoughts, half-coherent and sodden, stumbled around in his head as conciousness sought the exit. There was nothing to worry about now, Brian told himself. He was safe in a backwoods hideout. Alex was probably halfway to Atlanta with the stolen horses, and would soon be a wealthier man. Meanwhile, Chet Duke was probably getting introduced to a shovel and a dirt blanket. Yep, nothing to worry about......Zzzzzzzzzzzz..... (cue anyone!)
  2. Brian lifted his head to look over at Min and Daisy, seeing them animated in conversation. Even with whiskey-blurred vision, he was able to recognize the saloon girl and barmaid. He had no idea what the hell they were doing here, but there were worse things to wake up to...and finding himself surrounded by three lovely females, he had no complaints. He lowered his head back to the mattress, and his eyes flicked to the lady gambler. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, fussing with his bandage, one delicate hand resting on his waist. The touch was not unkind; and for a moment, Brian simply watched her. Finally, words escaped his lips, his voice low and raspy from weariness. "Seems ah owe you a debt, ma'am." (cue Chance, or anyone)
  3. The whiskey-hazed sleep wasn't easily disturbed, but the chattering of women's voices was sifting through the fog in Brian's mind. He couldn't quite put together what they were talking about just yet, as he was making a slow, and reluctant, return to conciousness. The yakking of the hens was relentless, and he gave a weary sigh, admitting to himself that he was waking up. He gave a small groan of complaint at the tugging of his bandages, and his dark eyes flickered open to see.... (cue anybody! )
  4. Hey, at least when I have a mishap, the roof to the whole place doesn't cave in ! You still got me beat when it comes to local disaster. Tho' I'll admit, crashin' two county computers in a matter of months, ain't lookin' good. It's these rebuilt parts....gotta be....
  5. Having no real choice, Brian complied. He paused once inside of the warehouse, looking around curiously. "Interestin' digs. Y'all hold yer rummage sales heah?" Pointedly, he kept his attitude aloof, even though his heart had kicked up a gear. There was only so long a bluff could be held....and his cards were about to be called. (cue anybody!)
  6. Okay, it was time to panic for awhile because I managed to pull a Rosco with my only workin' computer. Yes, I crashed it into a tree. I'll explain later. Anyhow! I got another county-issue computer goin', and maybe now I'll get that newsletter done. Really. Honest. Soon. Keep yer fingers crossed. Brian
  7. I'm not sure I'm diggin' who's playin' Bo and Luke. But everything else I'd found prior to this latest, showed Paul and Anthony up to their ears in other offers and projects. So I guess the director took the Coy and Vance theory, and figured anybody could play the Dukes. But I'll tell ya....Burt Reynolds as Boss Hogg....that would be epic, and could possibly make, or save, the entire flick. Just my opinion.
  8. Darrell, you have my envy. Somehow, I've missed every Skynard tour over the years. Either the shows were sold out and scalpers had ticket prices on the moon - or I always had somethin' that I couldn't work around on the same weekend. Rrrrgh! Good for you on takin' the daughter along. Enjoy the show! Brian
  9. Howdy, Stormy! Welcome to HazzardNet. Dukes fans are plentiful here! Hey, what kinda car is that? Brian
  10. Weakly, Brian lifted his head and looked at the bandage that was wrapped snugly around his lower torso. Wrinkling his nose, he gave a sniff at the poultice. "Honey and marigold powder, and hot water? Ah've been garnished like a roast duck." Brian eased his head down on the mattress again. Exhaustion was plain in his dark eyes, but his face held a smile as he gazed at the lady gambler. He watched her as she washed the last of the blood from her delicate fingers. He wanted to thank her, and say something charming, but the medicinal booze and the loss of blood was taking it's toll. Unable to deny the beckoning call of unconciousness, Brian gave in to the pleasant numbness and shut his eyes. He murmured a few words to himself before drifting off to sleep. "Discarded a spade....picked up the queen of diamonds." A deep sigh followed, and he was aware of nothing else. (cue anybody!)
  11. Brian flinched as the liquor was poured over the wound. He accepted the bottle as it was passed back to him, taking a long, fast drink. This woman was going to dissect him like a frog, by the looks of it. But there was something in the sureness of her preparations, the steady movements of her hands, that made him believe she knew her stuff. Still, the first poke into the raw wound caused him to yelp in pained surprise. "EEYAAH! @#$%&!" Brian panted out a sharp breath, then forced himself to engage in the small talk. Otherwise, he might pass out, and Lord knew if he'd wake up again. "Chance, eh?" He commented in response to her name. "Good name for a lady gambler..." He hissed in a breath as the excursion for the bullet continued. "My name's Brian. Brian Coltrane. " He winced and took another long drink from the bottle. "Didn't reckon on any favors from you, ma'am....seein' as how we'd crossed each other earlier. An' right now, ah'm not sure if I should be grateful for your help....GAH! Ow! @#$&! Or, if ah should be wishin' you'd of nevah found me again." The pain sharpened, and Brian dropped the now-empty bottle, clenching his left hand closed in a fist. Fresh blood seeped from his body as the lady gambler, appropriately named Chance, tried to give him better odds. (cue anybody!)
  12. Inside the cabin, one reluctant patient was removing his long coat. Meanwhile, the lady gambler lit up an old kerosene lamp that rested on a rickety table. Oily smoke sputtered up from the flickering flame, and the scent of burning dust was heavy in the air. There was no avoiding the necessity of the lamp; the cabin had one small window, and the overgrowth of the surrounding trees choked off any natural light. Unsteadily, Brian folded the coat over the back of a rustic chair. He removed his low-brimmed black hat and placed it on the table. His fingers then worked at the buttons of his black shirt, which clung to him with his own sticky blood. He pulled the shirt off, keeping himself from looking at it, though the dampness of blood could be felt on the material. He tossed it aside, and then took a few swaying steps to the woodframe bed that was situated in the corner. Still wearing his boots and black jeans, he ungracefully collapsed into the straw-filled mattress, laying on his right side. He kept his dark eyes open, though pain and loss of blood made them heavy with the need to close. His breathing, now slow and shallow, seemed to take all of his concentration. He watched the lady gambler as she puttered around. If she intended to help him, he was ready to welcome it. If she intended to simply wait for him to expire.... ...at least he wouldn't be alone at the end. ( cue anybody )
  13. Sure, but a dude named David Hofstede beat me to it. Heh heh. In the Credit where Credit is due, department.....David referenced the CA and some of the GA filming locations in his book, "The Dukes of Hazzard: The Unofficial Companion." To be fair to myself, the GA filming locations were known to me well before the book came out, thanks to a trip to Covington some years ago, and the local folks who remembered the filming. A sweet lady who ran the Covington Floral Shop told me stories about the filming and area locations. Inside her floral shop, she had a small museum of Dukes and "The Heat of the Night" momentos. (the latter program also had footage shot in Covington). I use the past tense, as I don't know whether the floral shop is still in business, or ran by the same proprietor. I can't remember her name, except that there was "Jo" somewhere in it. Mary Jo? At any rate, she was an absolute sweetheart, and I'll never be able to thank her enough for her time and her first-hand accounts. Covington has seen it's share of Dukes fans converge on it for one shindig or another - and great people like her, are why fans make the pilgrimage to GA.
  14. Howdy! The first five episodes were shot in Georgia, with footage bein' filmed in Covington and Conyers, which were small towns about 35 miles southeast of Atlanta, give r' take. The first jump that is used in the opening credits was filmed in Covington, smack-dab in the town square. The chase/jump in "One Armed Bandits" that shows a hill and railroad tracks was also filmed in Covington. The original Boar's Nest is located somewhere between Covington and Conyers. The building still stands, though it was in disrepair last I'd seen, and has been vacant for several years. Once a real tavern, it changed ownership a few times. On occassion, a couple of Dukes fan clubs have rented it out for their shindigs. Uncle Jesse's farm, the original Sheriff's department, the junkyard, and the store seen in "Mary Kaye's Baby" were all genuine places. The dirt roads and highways used in the chase scenes of those early eps were real roads in Newton County, GA. When the show moved to CA, Warner Bros created sets in the Burbank studio lots. The backroads in the chase scenes were then filmed around Lake Sherwood CA, and also Valencia CA. There ya go! And welcome to HazzardNet, Richie. Brian
  15. Howdy there. This ain't anything official, but the rumor mill has it that season 2 will come out in November. If we hear otherwise, we'll letcha know. Kinda makes sense, because there was approximately a 4 month span between the first season release of the Starsky & Hutch DVD and the 2nd season, which hit stores in July. The first season of Knight Rider is also available on DVD right now, if yer into that. As is the A-Team. Welcome to HazzardNet, by the way! Make yerself at home. Brian
  16. Brian allowed Damascus to follow the mustang. The pain was getting to him, and he wished dearly for a whiskey bottle to crawl in. He doubted that the lady gambler could be trusted. This was the same woman who had smashed his shotglass with a bullwhip just a few hours before. Maybe she had trailed him out of town in order to help him expire and empty his wallet. Maybe she was leading him into the woods in order to do just that, and then hide his body. Best of all, she would get away with it scott-free, as it would appear that the gunfight in town had been the cause of demise. The paranoia darted in and out of Brian's mind like a kitchen rat. There was also the likelihood of a posse taking pursuit. And having a single bullet left, Brian knew he couldn't shoot his way free if trouble came calling. The best he could do, was use it for himself, and ensure he was never taken alive. Damascus seemed to be leaning to the side. With a start, Brian realized that he'd been tilting over in the saddle. He shook his head from the shadowed musings and straighted again. He turned his thoughts towards the blonde drifter who had befriended him, and hoped Alex had made good on escape. Brian had done all he could to further it. The rest was up to luck. ( cue anybody )
  17. Brian raised an eyebrow at Chance's comment, but he was too weary to offer a smile. "Lady, follow me if you want. But there's at least six men dead back in town, maybe seven. You're lookin' at one of the reasons why." Brian leaned over to pluck the reins away once again. He gritted his teeth against the pain, and fought an onset of dizzyness that came with the motion. He straighed up with effort, holding the reins tightly in his right hand, his left arm pressed against his side. "Ah can't stop here, at any rate," he breathed out. "Gotta put a few miles between me and town." The words were followed by the touch of boot heels to Damascus's sides. Brian rode on, letting the lady gambler follow or not, as she would. (cue anybody )
  18. ( since Chance spoke to me in her last post, I'll answer and then turn the cue to her again) Damacsus halted at the pull of the reins. Brian rocked back in the saddle and lifted his dark-eyed gaze to the lady gambler. "No," he answered quietly. "Circumstances bein' what they are....you don't wanna be caught with me." Leaning slightly, Brian reached down and plucked the lady's hand from Damascus's reins. His face grimaced with the movement, but he otherwise made no acknowledgement of the injury. Brian nudged Damascus forward again, and the black horse cantered with a rolling gait. It wasn't fast enough to escape a possee; and the way the black-clad rider tucked in his arm against the wound, faster travel didn't seem possible for him. Or perhaps the pace was by design. Uncharacteristic of any fleeing outlaw, Brian was staying on the dirt road, making no attempt to hide his trail.... ( Cue Chance Walker )
  19. With chaos breaking loose around them and hell coming in fast, Brian reacted instantly. The crack of the rifle shot came just a second before the rope snapped. Brian felt the loss of tension in the rope and knew two things: that Chet was on the ground, and that a gunman from on high had provided the service. Brian pivoted Damascus towards the direction of the shot, his pistol in hand. He heard a second shot and saw smoke from Alex’s gun, but he was forced to ignore this at the moment. Alex’s shot caused new attention from the gunman on the roof, and at the gunman’s movement, Brian’s eyes found him. Sunlight glanced off a rifle barrel as the gun was aimed down at them; Brian lifted his pistol high and took a fast aim. The shot was true, and the gunman on the roof clutched his chest and pitched forward, falling. It couldn’t be watched. The thunder of the stampeding horses demanded attention. Brian pivoted Damascus again, who was getting excited with the gunsmoke and noise. Alex was now firing into the stampede of horses, forcing them to cut away, one animal giving a horrible squeal as it fell to a bullet, and the other horses shied away from the blood. The masked riders came on, even as the herd veered away. Brian did some quick math. 5 riders, and he’d spent one bullet on the man on the roof. Having started with 6 bullets, every shot had to count, but the odds were playable. Alex was about to draw the fire of the riders upon himself, and Brian knew they were outnumbered and outgunned. So he did the only possible thing. “HYAAAAAH!!†With a savage yell, Brian kicked Damascus’s flanks and the large beast leapt forward, galloping towards the armed riders. Gunfire was going off in every direction, bullets were screaming past his head, but Brian picked his target and stayed focused on it. The lead rider, seeing the challenge coming, fired hastily in defense. Brian fired once, and the man fell from the saddle. The riderless horse careened away, bucking. Brian guided Damascus to the next closet rider. By now, he was farther away from Alex, and the riders were fixing their attention on the threat on horseback. It was 4 to 1. The next rider wasted his bullets on wild shots. Brian waited until he was close. BLAM! Three to 1. But the next shot wasn’t Brian’s. BLAM! He jerked once in the saddle, managing to stay in it. He fired back, sending a bullet between the rider’s eyes. BLAM! Two to 1…. The last rider was ignoring Brian and was heading for Alex instead. Brian fired…BLAM! - but the rider was running a zigzag and the shot was a hair too slow. Cursing, Brian urged Damascus to give chase, hoping to cut the rider off before Alex was gunned down. Just as Damascus had nearly closed the gap, the remaining rider spun his own horse around and aimed at Brian. The move had been a trap to draw Brian in, who now had to fire his last bullet while in a full gallop. The enemy rider was too close now, and Brian was coming in too fast. He saw the squint of the rider’s eye over the barrel of the .45. BLAM! (cue Alex)
  20. ( The same way he always has more weapons after we take them away. Who cares? Let's finish this.... )
  21. "Awright." Brian turned in the saddle to look at Chet. His dark eyes were unforgiving. "If you got anythin' to say.....better speak while you still got air." (Cue Chet or anybody )
  22. After wincing from the spur-jab, Brian saw Alex mercilessly kicking the stuffing out of Chet. He let it go on for a bit, as a good roughing up was a part of frontier justice anyway, and the rustler had more than asked for it. But there was no sense letting it go on beyond reason. "Easy, Alex! He's had enough." Brian rested a hand on the blonde drifter's shoulder. "That ain't no way to get back at a man. Let him breathe and recover himself. His hands are tied and we've both got guns...he ain't gonna get far no matter what." This spoken, Brian relased Alex's shoulder and walked around Chet's dust-covered form, which was currently face-down in the dirt. He spoke to the rustler, his drawl holding an edge. "Boy, you've just drawn your last spade from the deck." Abruptly, the casual demeanor of the black-clad Coltrane was gone. There were folks that deserved another chance, and there were folks that would never change. And in the court of Brian's own mind, a verdict had been reached. He walked past Chet, declining to take a free kick at him. Brian's dark eyes glanced up to Alex. "Watch this hombre', and if he tries to move from that spot...shoot 'em in both legs." With that, Brian quickly walked back towards the saloon, and unhitched Damascus from from the post in front. He took the coil of rope from the saddlehorn and measured it in his hands, finding it long enough. He mounted Damascus and guided the horse's direction with his legs, as his hands worked the rope into an expert noose. Brian halted his horse beneath a stout tree, not far from Alex and the foolish rustler. He dismounted and tied one end of the rope securely around the saddlehorn. The end with the noose was pitched high over a strong branch, the loop end dropping down far enough to be reached. It was crude, but it would be effective. Chet wouldn't get the honor of sitting on a horse. He'd be lynched from the ground up. It was just a matter of sticking Chet's head in the noose, and walking the horse forward a few steps. It would be slow, brutal...but clean. No mess in the street would be made, and the body would be recognizable enough to collect the bounty. Brian adjusted the noose, then turned and hollered for Alex. "Bring that @#$&*% sidewindin' @#$%& spit-makin' @#$%&*$ cowchip OVER HEAH!!" ( cue Alex. Then we'll see what Chet has to say for himself.)
  23. "Hell no," Brian answered quietly, being sure he wasn't overheard. "The bounty is on the cowboy, heah. Not the horses. We'll sell 'em to a racketeer on the racin' circuit or somethin'." The three men walked out of the saloon and down into the street. Their boots stirred up dust as they made the walk towards the jailhouse. Chet was forced to lead the way, guns at his back. Brian considered the misery of their captive. The rustler was at the end of the trail, unless some miracle came along. The odds of that were slim. As at outlaw himself, Brian felt some slight sympathy. He walked up next to Chet, and felt compelled to offer a few words of comfort. "Don't worry. Rosco knows what he's doin' when it comes to a hangin'. Ah don't think you'll twitch on the rope for longer than...oh, five or six minutes. And ol' Rosco will give you a right proper burial, too. Deep enough so the coyotes can't dig ya up." Chet didn't look comforted. Brian made an abrupt decision. "Oh, and that scrawny horse of yers....we ain't takin' him with us. He'll be left at the livery stable. You can have the Sheriff deliver 'em to yer next o' kin, or whoevah you want."
  24. Hearing the guns clattering on top of the bar, along with the implied surrender, Brian glanced at Alex and nodded. They would stand up at the same time, guns drawn, and take the risk. If this was a trick, one of them, at least, stood to be a wealthier man when it was all over. Brian waited just a second to address Daney and Min. "Git back," he ordered. "Both of ya." No sense in giving Chet any free victims, if the guns on the bar were nothing more than a ruse. Wouldn't take much to grab one fast and point it into a face.... This in mind, Brian silently counted to three, cueing Alex as he did so. Brian moved his back away from the bar and stood up fast, his gun in his right hand and pointed directly at Chet. With his left hand, he swept the weapons down the bar towards Alex, getting them away from Chet's reach. "Awright," Brian growled, his temper making his trigger-finger twitch. "You've proven two things. We can't take you on the trail with us, because you'd probably cut our throats in the middle of the night. We can't just leave you loose, 'cause you'll threaten innocent folk when the law gets close. Yer also too fond of kidnappin' people." Brian kept the gun steady. He'd never wanted to pull a trigger so much in his life. "This saloon is chock-full of witnesses, which is the only thing keepin' me from killin' you heah and now." Grimly, Brian smiled. "But seein' as how ah'm a man of mah word, we'll just take you to the Sheriff. End ree-sult will be the same, ah reckon. First, tho'....I owe you a drink." With that, Brian's left hand snaked out to grab a nearby whiskey bottle. He swung it and smashed it over Chet's head, watching in satisfaction as the rogue Duke crumpled to the floor. "Keep a bead on him, Alex." Brian climbed over the bar, tucking his gun away and pulling out a handkerchief from his coat. Crouching down to the floor, he took advantage of Chet's groggy condition to secure his hands behind his back. Once the handkerchief had been tied into a solid knot around Chet's wrists, Brian stood up, hauling Chet up with him. "Gift-wrapped and ready for dee-livery." Brian guided Chet out from behind the bar, pushing the doomed Duke in front of him. Brian drew his gun and kept it aimed at the rustler's back. They joined up with Alex. "You've been awright," Brian told the blonde drifter. "Take him in and claim the reward. I'll keep 'em covered." (cue Alex or Chet, or anyone witnessing this in the saloon)
  25. Man, talk about head injuries. I don't have favorite injury episode. But I did enjoy it when Luke turned into a psychotic cuss in "Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Duke", getting mean enough to pound the hash out of his cousin. Of course, he also did that in "Carnival of Thrills" without the benefit of chemical influence. We also saw the ungentlemanly side of Luke in "Luke's Love Story" where he proved to be a sexist jerk. I suppose if I had to spend every waking hour bailing out the entire family from some ridiculous mess that was mostly Bo's fault, I'd be edgy too. Maybe Luke welcomed those hits on the head.
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