Chet Duke

The leader looked at the beautiful women watching her as she went to work behind the bar. He pressed his lips alittle disappointed, he'd seen her once before and had really hoped he'd save her for himself. He looked at his new comrad and nodded. After all he could smoke the guy and take his share when the time came. "Shes yours." (Cue Konrad.)

HEY! Someone get a muzzle on these two before we get a husband wife bitting contest going here!

"You point her out and shes yours, since your new, just once." He gripped the other mans hand. "We'll need a name to call you by." The leader snuffed out his cig. (Cue Konrad)

The man looked at his fellow pack members and they nodded, they liked the looks of the stranger. The leader smirked again and laid his hand on the table in an offer to shake. "Welcome to the pack.... betray me and you'll get laid in the ground." (Cue Konrad.)

The leader of the wolf pack leaned forward meeting Konrad nearly nose to nose, his eyes blood shot and ugly. Almost as ugly as his grin. He took and long pull on his cig and exhaled in through his nostrils. "Everything... every last penny..." His smirked narrowing his eyes. "Whats it to you?" (Cue Konrad)

Dont waist your time Brian, ya dont want me in your way. Fine by me. *Sinks into the back of the crowd just like before, just like I have been.*

Dont waist your time Meadow, I know when I aint wanted. Ya stick me in the pound I might break Brian's record... and I wouldnt wanna be responsible for hurtin his ego like that. *Backs off leavin them to there lil bittin brawl.*

Uh huh... I see how ya are old Coltrane, cant handle a real bad dawg....tsk tsk. I'll beat it alright... but you need to see a vet Brian, you might have rockin-chair-itis. You know, ol' people get that. *Chuckles.*

Awe poor babies... didja get boo-boos? MA ya better come kiss your cousins owey. *Chuckles.* Ya'll are gettin soft, king of the outlaws askin for band aids and ointment.....who are you and what have you done with Brian Coltrane?!

Im not bettin on anyone, ya got the king of the outlaws in one corner and his brother in the othor. Yeah right Im not bettin a dime and either. *Smirks.* But I'll take the winner in a dog fight. *Growls.*

"He was in our way..." The leader tapped the ash from his cig on the table then dusted it off symbolically. "We cant have that now can we. This town is ours now, we can do what ever we want here and that hick sheriff and no one else can stop us." The grizzily man took a deep drag and exhales it through his teeth like a monster, a vile grin on his lips. (Cue Konrad)

"Alright." The leader nodded and shuffled the deck of cards. "No names. Now... what do you wanna know?" He put the cards down in the center and sat back in his chair to talk business. (Cue Konrad.)

"Well..." The leader lit a hand rolled smoke and exhaled sitting back in his chair. He was a big man and the chair creaked under his weight, smoke frothed the air. "You might say he was in our way too, I didnt quite catch your name sod buster." The leader met Konrads eyes, the big mans eyes were green as a monsters, grizzly and ugly. (Cue Konrad)

"Your damn right it did... we planted him- OOF!" The appointed leader back handed one of his boys in the chest hard to shut him up. The leader shuffled the cards. "It might have, whats it to you?" He delt the cards again without lookin at Konrad. (Cue Konrad)

"****... he won." One of them muttered. The others grumbled and pushed there loosing cards away. (Cue Konrad.)

Each remaining player nodded and laid down there cards. Letting everyone see who held the winning hand. Each looked around the table. (Cue Konrad)

Two of the thugs grumbled and folded, the remaining three up'd the pot with a silver dollar. They glanced at Konrad but saw nothing except a possible expression of loss. (Cue konrad)

The entire table matched him by placin a silver dollar in the center. The table dealer traded Konrad for the thrown away cards. Unknowing the dealer handed him nearly exactly what he needed for a great hand in the game. (Cue Konrad.)

The players aorund the table muttered to each other as the new cards were dealed out. Each of them spread there 5 cards out in there fingers and emtionlessly looked them over, there attention was not on Konrad what so ever. Luke was with Konrad on this deal, he was delt a good hand. (Cue Konrad.)

The remaining players nodded in recognition of Konrad folding. They put in there last coin and laid down there cards. The appointed leader grinned grizzly and racked in his winnings. "Theres no room for second place boys." (Cue Konrad)

As Konrad expected he was delt a hand of nothing, alot of miss matches. Alittle of this and that but nothing solid. The other men traded in 1-3 cards and two folded. The others put in a quarter to stay in the game, then paused waiting for Konrad to make his move. (Cue Konrad.)

The five remaining thugs didnt even glance at Konrad as he sat down and joined there game. They dealed him in, passing him 5 yellowed playing cards. "Dueces wild, Aces stud." One muttered, they all thumbed through there cards. The appointed leaded opened the game by placin a silver dollar in the center of the table. Each man went around the table matchin it. (Cue Konrad.)

The women looked up from tryin to spoon some broth into the young mans mouth as the handsome one came in. She shook her head alittle. "Hes alive, he had a long night of fightin for it though." Chets eyes were open alittle and he could comprehend what was going on. But his body lay too weak and exhausted to move. "I got him to drink some water but hes not hardly eatin." (Cue Konrad.)

"Thats ok, I'll stay with him. Not work for me tonight. See you in the morning handsome." She smiled and snuggled in beside Chet. *THE NEXT MORNING* By dawn of the next morning the saloon gal could be found clensing Chets wounds carefully while he slept. By mid morning she was tryin to stirr him from sleeping to eat so that his strength would not dwindle, he had survived through the night. (Cue Konrad.)

"The only prosicution you'll get here in Hazzard was this kid here. The laws got better things to do then harrass you. Thats why this cowboy was goadin ya, cause the law wouldnt." She sat up alittle with her back against the head board, Chets head near her hip. "You'll also be even more lucky if this boy dies. Everything he set out to do will fall unto you." The saloon women smirked. (Cue Konrad.)