Chet Duke

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“Easy Red, just keep comin boy.†Chet whispered to his horse that walked behind them freely as they walked into town and stopped in front the saloon. He gazed at the saloon for a long moment, it was where his day had begun, his long over due day. Chet avoided looking at the black clad stranger, but he respected the fact that a gun was indeed pointed at him. Chet only nodded at what the man in black said and stepped down from the Mustang and stood with his hands at chest height, his horse stood on the other side of the big black animal that the stranger was ridding. A drink sounded good, but he wasn’t going to move until instructed to, there was know need for anyone to get hurt. An the possibility of some kind of bargain over the three remaining Thoroughbreds sounded worthy of a good talk over an ice cold beer.

(Fine, as long as he shows up in town. Fair enough.) With a little hesitance Chet hoisted himself into the mustangs saddle and gathered the reins. He was carefull, all awhile making sure the black clad stranger could see his hands. "Alright......take it easy.....Im going." Low surrendering voice. Chet sighed and kicked his heals to the horses sides.

“No.†Chet said coldly an jammed his black Stetson back down on his head and crossed his arms over his chest. He stared at the black clad stranger on the big horse, his mismatched eyes burning with stubbornness. His booted feet planted firmly on the ground and his chaps laying naturally over his legs, well worn and perfect. “I ain’t going anywhere without my horse.†Chet paused. “He’s worth four times more then any of your nags an I ain’t going anywhere without him. Shoot me if ya want, but I ain’t moving until its on the back of my Red horse.†Chet spat the words this time an made know move towards the mustang. (I know I wasnt cued and I'm sorry for cutting in but ya'll are getting ahead of yourself. Cue Brian.)

The cold water hit the young Dukes face immediately mixing with the dirt an running to the ground. Chet coughed an gaged for a moment, his head spinning and feeling extremely light. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, his right hand still dripping blood from the gash the whip had made and caked with dirt. “Red....?†He coughed again an opened his mismatched eyes, blinking them a few times waiting for them to clear of there blurriness. His eyes widened suddenly realizing that he was looking into the face that had just whipped and dragged him. Quickly he sat up and scooted away on his rear, his steal spurs clanging as he dragged them across the dirt an looked up at to see the black clad slick sitting on his horse with a gun pointed at the gambling women. “Don’t shoot!†Chet said a little shakily, feeling light headed and terribly confused. He looked from the gambling women an to the black clad figure, what was he doing here? An when had the gambling women released him from the clasp of her whip. Chet reached out an grabbed his hat from on the ground an batted it against his leg, his mismatched eyes darting from person to person. His slate grey eye dull and eerie as it darted back an forth blindly.

The dark haired Duke lay on the ground chest down, his arms curved up around his head and his long lean body stretched out. The long chocolate covered duster cover all of him but his boots an his head. The black Stetson that he had been wearing lay upside down near his right hand, through being dragged he had not lost it, up until he came to the tremulous halt. The Duke boy didn’t move, he just lay still with the side of his face in the dirt, his mismatched eyes shut. He lay there unconscious and unaware of the goings on around him, unaware of the black clad stranger, the gambling women and the approaching rider.

“No!†Chet yelled as Red crashed to the ground and Chet rolled off. He didn’t care what happened to himself as long as the Red gelding was unharmed, he had done nothing wrong. “Red!†He shouted after the horse as it took flight. By looks of the animal as it galloped into the dark it appeared to be unharmed, the whip clasped around him and he crumbled to the ground as the horse began to drag him. “Stop! NO! What the hell do you want from me?!†Chet spit the dirt from his mouth as his body scuffed roughly over the hard ground. “Let me go!†He snarled and spat again.

“Not for you lady and not for anyone else!†Chet snarled, his patients were thinning, it had been a long day an he had gone nonstop. “I will do what ever I please....aint no gun whipping gambling women going to tell me what to do.†He spat the words at her an rested his hands on the horn of his saddle, his reins laced through one hand. Chet looked at Red, he knew the horse was tired but he also knew that he had taken in a good amount of refreshment from the water not long ago. If he timed his move just right he get Red to help him, he needed those horses so that he could leave town. “Now you going to let me go or are you....†His move was sudden an quick, he drew back hard on Red’s reins an cross drew his other pistol as the horses feet touched back down. Chet fired one shot at the gambling womans hand, but his aim was off because of the jolt of the horses feet touching down on the hard ground. The bullet grazed the top of her hand and he quickly levered back the hammer for another shot.

“Ouch!†Chet snarled as the whip struck his hand, the leather immediately drawing blood across his knuckles. “You....†He gritted his teeth. “Alright chill, you can have her.†He stepped down from his saddle, purposely getting off on the opposite side that the women with the whip was on. Chet slipped his knife from under his right chap and sliced the rope from Min’s wrist and released her. He sheathed the knife an stood next to his horse, his bleeding hand holding the reins as he stared at the gambling women with mismatched eyes from the ground. “There ya happy?!†Chet grabbed his hat off the ground an glanced around looking for his gun. His mismatched eyes took a quick glance at his second pistol that still rested in his left holster, had she seen it hidden under his duster. “You got what you want.†He stepped back into his saddle an backed Red away a few feet awaiting the gamblers next request.

The young dark haired Duke rode deep into the darkness, the painted saloon girl sitting in his saddle with him. As soon as he was out of town he slowed his horse to a comfortable jog an gave the tired Red gelding his head. The poor Thoroughbred hadn’t had a good rest since that morning and the wear was showing on the tall an thinly built animal. “I know Red....I know your tired. When we get to camp you can rest awhile before we move out again.†He spoke to the horse patting his neck. The tall horse bobbed his head in response and continued on through the night, guided by the bright moonlight. “Im going to take this gag off of you now, ain’t know point in yelling and screaming. There’s not many people that pass through these parts at this hour. Nothing but wild animals an....hard up rebels like myself.†Chet untied the bandanna from the back of the her head with one hand and stuffed the bandanna into the pocket of his duster. “Im sorry I had to do that to you but.....getting caught for kidnaping isn’t on my list of things to do today.†After almost an hour of ridding Chet turned off the main trail an began on a deer trail deep into the GA pines. An soon they came upon a small opening where the sound of running water came to there ears, gurgling and bubbling as it flowed down the near by stream. Chet looked around not saying anything, something was wrong, they should have been called to now, by one of Jericho’s night guards, or seen a came fire burning. But there was nothing, not the sound of men talking, not the scuff of horses hoofs. They rode into the camp, Chet sat at full caution only to find the camp empty and completely abandoned. He stopped in the creek to let his horse drink, then rode up onto the other bank an the moon light flickered off a shinny knife blade stuck into a tree. He stepped his horse up to the tree and pulled the knife from it, a piece of paper stuck to the blade. Chet transferred the paper to his hand that was around the women an he dove his hand into his inside pocket for a moment an produced a match. He struck the match an held it close to the paper, his mismatched eyes darted back an forth as he read the words on the paper. A small breeze blew the match out an he shook his head angrily cussing under his breath. Jericho, the leader of the gang he had been ridding with had left the note saying that him and the rest of the gang had taken the remaining 6 horses an ridden out without him. Chet turned his horse in the direction that they had ridden in an started for town again. “I might as well take you back to town, an turn myself over to the law an that black clad slick an his blond side kick. Im finished.†His words were curled with disgust an his body language spelt his surrender. (Cue anyone. )

Chet lowered his guns and placed them both back into there holsters seeing that she was alone, amazing enough. The treated leather of his holsters squeaked but did not give away his position behind the door, he watched her carefully, waiting for just the right moment. He let her take a few steps into the room, her fancy shoes tapping across the floor as she came through the doorway an into the room. Suddenly he slammed the door shut and grabbed her from behind putting his right arm all the way around her an his left leather gloved hand over her mouth. Chet held her tight as she struggled, he had know intention of getting punched in the nose again, or anywhere else for that matter. He hugged his arm around her tightly pressing her arms down to her sides so that she could not strike him. “Easy now, I ain’t interested in being one of your clients.†Chet’s Yankee voice deep an near a whisper as he lifted her feet off the floor and carried her over to the bed an pinned her down on its soft top comforter. “But your going to come with me, an ya ain’t going to hit, bite, kick me, or anything of the sorts.†He paused to tie a piece of rope around her wrists tightly behind her back. “You’re a fine lady but I got business in this town, an its going sour.†He took his bandanna from his neck an stuffed it in her mouth an tied it behind her head, after that was done he picked her up in his arms an carried her to the window. There he set her down on the floor by the window. He climbed back out the window an stood on the stairwell a moment, then reached in and pulled her through the window as gently as he possibly could. When he had her through the window he slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes an carried her to his horse, who waited patiently. Chet sat her on his horse and stepped into his saddle, one arm around her to hold her securely. He turned the fiery Red gelding towards the end of town, the way he had rode in with the circus, an he batted his heals to the horses sides an the tired horse jogged down the main street. Chet rode out, Min grasped securely in his arms an ridding in front of him in the saddle. (Cue anyone. Please Note this post was edited.)

The circus drove to the end of town, past the livery stable and all the other buildings and they finally parked in an open field an began to open up more to the town. It was dark already, which was convenient for Chet’s next move. He dismounted out behind the circus rig an began to take the fancy saddle and equipment off of his horse an replace it with his well worn saddle an other tack. In a few short moments he tightened his cinch an buckled the throat latch of Red's old bridle an tied his old bed roll behind his saddle. Just as he began to pluck the fancy silver buckles from his chaps an slip his broad shoulders into his long duster the team masters daughter rounded the rear of the rig an stopped in her tracks as she saw what he was doing. “Where are you going Todd?†Brandy asked a little stunned that he was leaving so soon. “I have some business to take care of, thank your father for letting me ride with the rig.†He pulled the last of the silver off his chaps and gun belt an tied the leather strap around his thigh. “Your not coming back?†She asked her voice pinched with hurt. Chet shook his head no in reply and stepped up to her so that they stood face to face, an she looked him in the eyes. Her eyes brimmed with tears, she had liked him, an liked him a lot. With out a word Chet took her chin in one hand an pressed his lips to her an gave her a deep kiss then turned away and stepped into his saddle. “Goodbye Brandy.†Red spun around an with Chet’s signal began to jog towards the back alley of the town, an towards the back of the Boars Nest Saloon. Chet veered away from the livery, he had seen the big black horse hitched to the post there, an he recognized it as the black clad slicks horse. An it was obvious that him and the blond fellow had found his three horses that he had stashed there. So without any interest in ridding right past them again he rode around them, crossed the main street in the dark and again parked his horse in the alley beside the Boars Nest Saloon. Chet knew of the stairwell going up the side of the building to the upper floor, an he knew that’s where he would find the painted saloon girl that the black clad slick had showed interest in. He left Red at the bottom of the stairwell, an climbed the stairs until he came to a window, there he gracefully climbed through the open window an entered the dark room. The girl was not there, yet, but she would be an she would probably not be coming alone. Chet drew his red bandanna up over his nose as he ducked behind the door an waited patiently for her to return to her room. He raised a gun in each hand, ready for the company that she would bring with her. (Cue Min.)

Feeling much different in his new attire, Chet stepped into his new saddle and spun his horse around. The traveling circus had come to the edge of town an it was time to parade on in, the team master struck up the music an waved Chet on to the front. “Alright boy, get that horse to dance real nice. Lets go!†He called to the team and the white horses pulled the wagon forward, the classy music playing loudly as they started down the main street. Chet put a big smile on his face and tightened his grip on the reins, Red tucked his head and began to prance. Not a hint of nervousness in his attitude Chet waved to the people beginning to multiply in the streets to see the circus wagon. Children cheered, yelling out there happiness as Chet rode by, he grabbed a handful of candy out of the sack tied to the horn of his saddle and threw a handful of candy into the street. The traveling circus passed down the main street at a steady but leisure pace. He took time to ask Red to bow and rear a couple of times, the new buckles an silver on the saddle jingling. The Red Thoroughbred truly knew how to parade and put on a show, Chet just prayed that it would be enough to get him past the slicks.....where ever they were. He couldn’t help but take a brief gaze out into the growing crowd of people down both sides of the main street as he rode by. The only way someone could recognize him was if they made eye contact and say the mismatched eyes. But It was so perfect, Red danced, Chet waved with a big smile and through candy.

It wasn’t difficult to get the tall Red horse under control once he came to water, he simply stopped to drink. Chet’s heart raced, he had been almost sure the black clad stranger and the blond stranger were going to cut him down right then and there. He dismounted an led his horse into the water and halted when it was up to his knees. Carefully he inspected his horses legs, he was lucky, the Thoroughbred had only sustained some minor scraps and scratches from the flying gravel. He dumped the warm water out of his canteen and refilled it with the cool running water of the creek while Red drank thirstily. Chet took in as much water as he could as well and again refilled the canteen. Then he mounted his horse and rode deep into the GA pines an paused in the most dense part, to both ponder his next move an to rest while watching the trail he had ridden in on. Tiredly he lounged in the saddle, rolling a smoke an building a new plan. “What we gonna do hoss? Those damned slicks back in town no doubt are gonna be back on our trail before sunset, how are we going to get back to town without being seen? The dark just aint enough to cover us.†Chet spoke to the horse an paused to lite a cigarette, an blew out his first drag. Suddenly Red perked his ears an tossed his head to one side an listened to a gay melody somewhere in the distance. It was the sound of music, a happy kind of the music, the kind of music that you heard at a.....circus. Red tossed his head again an reared, he began to jog in the direction of the music with out Chet’s signal. “Hey! Hey! Where we goin?†Chet asked his horse an the horse responded by taking up a high stepped canter, the music quickly growing closer an closer. “Red! What are you doin? We cant go out there, someone will see us!†Chet drew back on the reins hard but the horse tossed its head and refused to stop. The Thoroughbred laid its ears back on its neck and galloped fast in the direction of the music, an Chet could do nothing but ride along. “If I go back to jail because of you horse, I swear I’ll....†In the middle of Chet’s words the horse burst through the heavy forest an bounded into a road an skidded to a sudden stop on it hind quarters. An there just down the road leading back towards town was a huge circus rig, trudging along an being pulled by two pure white horses with large purple feathers on there bridles. Red reared again and tossed his head to the sky, trying to tell his rider his answer to the question he had asked. “Awe be.....†The idea that his horse had suddenly dawned on Chet, an there, trudging down that very road was his ticket back to town without being seen. Quickly Chet urged his horse on in pursuit of the circus rig an rode up beside the stage master. “Hey ya’ll need some extra help?†The driver drew back on the teams reins hard and the huge horses came to a stop an the rig halted. “That depends kid, you got any talent?†The old stage master asked. “Sure.†Chet drew his .45 and tossed it up in the air and spun it around in his hand an gave it another toss, rolling the gun over his shoulder and catching it in his opposite hand. “Alright, alright. So your good with a gun. But what about your nag? What can it do?†For the first time since Chet had ridden up to the rig he noticed a women sitting next to the driver, a young beautiful green eyed, red haired women. “Plenty.†Chet replied removing his Stetson from his head. “Mam. “ He raised his reins to chest height an spoke in a clear voice to the fiery red horse. “Red, have you no manners? Bow for the beautiful lady.†The horse turned its ears back an knelt down on one front knee and arched his this neck in a proper bow. “Good boy, now... wheres the clouds.†On cue the horse reared for the sky an pawed its mighty hooves in the air. “Sit, you mangy dog you.†Just as the horses front feet touched down he sat his hind quarters down on the ground like a dog would. “Alright kid, you got talent an one magnificent horse. Lead him around to the back an my daughter here will get you both fitted for the parade, be sure to be ready, your leading us down the main street.†Chet smiled and nodded his head and got his horse back on its feet an turned him towards the rear of the rig. The stage master called out to his team an then moved on, the sun had begun to set in the distance, they would make it to town just before dark. As promised, the masters beautiful daughter prepared Chet for the parade. First she fitted him to a fancy coat, an replaced the old dull silver buckle on his chaps for a brand new one an pinned silver rhinestones down both sides. She took his old gun belts an rubbed some oil on them an pinned some silver buttons on it. She also filled the bullet leathers with silver bullets, the kind of bullets that Chet had only herd stories of when he was a boy. An finally she went to an old trunk in the rig an opened the top an carried something large to the rear of the rig where Chet sat in his new attire waiting for her. Red followed close behind the rig, his long sleek body bare and now clean of mud, his fiery red coat shined an his long mane below in the wind free of knots. The old saddle and bridle that had once rested on his back now gone, an only a new halter an lead decorated the horse. “So what’s your name? My name is Brandy.†She said and set what she had been carrying at his feet. Chet stared at her for a moment, dumb founded. She was beautiful an about his age, her strawberry red hair draped over her shoulders an her form, thin and perfectly shaped. “My name is....†He paused, what if she had seen him in a wanted poster or herd his name, she might recognize him, quickly he came up with a faults name. “Todd. Todd Watson.†He said tearing his eyes from her. She smiled and pulled the cover off the heavy object at his feet to reveal a brand new western saddle, covered in shimmering silver. The silver covered 80% of the pure black leather, an it shined like nothing Chet had ever seen before and a silver covered bridle hung on the saddles horn. “Whats this for?†He asked in amazement. “Your horse. Silly.†She said as she slipped the bridle over Red’s ears an the bit into his mouth. Chet said nothing, with these clothes, an the different tack on his horse, sliding into town an past the two slicks was gonna be like handing a child a piece of candy.

"Im sorry Rosco!" Chet said and gave the sheriff a push with his foot out into the street and his horse reared for the sky and touched back down. Chet spun the horse around in the alley, there was know way that the two strangers hadnt seen him, the sheriff had blown his cover. An now he would have to make another run for it, for the second time that day.

Chet grinned to himself and drew his right Colt .45 and pressed it to the Sheriffs temple. But he didn't turn his head to look at the old sheriff, not yet, he'd rather play mysterious for a few minutes. "Are you sure we havent met?" Chet paused pulling back the hammer of the gun with his thumb. "Are you sure you want to meet?" He asked an turned to look down from his tall horse at the sheriff. Obviously Rosco hadnt reconized the young outlawed Duke boy, he hadnt seen him in many months, maybe a year or more. An he looked different, a manly goatee wrapped around his chin, his thin an dark face looked older an more mature. But it was the Dukes eyes that sent shivers over Rosco, Chet was a wanted man, a wanted man that pressed a .45 to the sheriffs temple. "How are ya Rosco?" Chet gave his side ways grin. (Cue Daney!)

The black horse raised its neck and snorted Chet drew back on Red’s reins and backed the horse up, drawing him deeper into the dark shadows of the alley. But the mismatched eyes of the young Duke continued to gaze out into the street at the two strangers, watching there every move, his heart thudding in his chest like the constant pounding of a horses hooves. His long legged Thoroughbred tossed its head eager to take flight, an it was all Chet could do to keep the fast paced horse under control. But He didn’t mind Red’s impatient attitude, when it came down to it, the horses size and legs came in handy. Standing over 17 hands tall and weighing a light 1150lbs, give or take the treats he could out run an out wit most average horses in the town. An he had long since proven to Chet that he was an always would be no matter the odds, his loyal companion.

As usual Chet road for a few miles then circled back an took a dear trail back to town, he had lost Bo and Luke, for the time being anyhow. It was time to go back an see what he could find out about the two strangers in the bar, he had never seen them in town before and he had lived there all his life. But he had been absent as of late, an anytime between his absence the two could have passed through. But by the looks of it they hadn’t ever crossed each others paths, nor had they ever crossed Chet’s and he felt lucky for that. The only thing that troubled him was the fact that he had left the three race horses back at the livery barn an the other six at a safe place known only to him and Jericho, a gang leader that he had ridden with since his decent from his family. Afternoon was wearing into even as he approached the edge of town once again, he saw his kin drop the gambling women off an move on. They had wasted half there day chasing him an now they would most probably return back to the farm for there evening duties. Chet waited until they were out of site and stepped his horse out onto the road an again road behind the buildings rather then down the street. He came back to the alley where he had left his horse earlier that day, an he rode down it and stopped near the end in the shadows, watching the entrance of the Boars Nest Saloon. If the two strangers were still in there, sooner or later they would leave and he would see them, both of there horses dozed tethered to the hitching rail out front. Patently Chet let his reins hang over his horses neck loosely an he hooked his right knee over the horn and began to build a smoke. An he half laughed to himself remembering the blood on his face from his nose that had eventually ceased its release of fresh blood somewhere in the excitement. He lit his cigarette an took his bandanna from around his neck an wetted it a little with the water from his canteen and wiped the blood from his face, careful to groom it out of his black goatee. Silently he continued his vigil of the entrance, enjoying his smoke and the chance to rest out of the hot sun an the constant watching, staring eyes of the people around him. Red stood quietly, also resting from the run back to town, the tall, fiery red horse stood alert an ready at a moments notice.

Chet gazed at the gambling women for a long moment as he tightened his horses reins an gathered his stirrups with his feet. His mismatched eyes looked into her eyes, he could see the stubbornness and unending flame to live and thrive. He gave a sharp nod and urged the Red horse into a fast gallop then pulled back on the reins suddenly and spun the horse back in her direction. “By the way....you pack one hell of a punch.†He gave a side ways grin and rode away, his horses feet kicking up dirt behind him. The long legged race horse bolted deep into the GA forest, weaving in and out of the trees and putting a distance between them and Chet’s pursuing kin. Bo and Luke paused there pursuit only long enough to gather the women and ride on with her in tow.

Quickly Chet holstered his gun and grabbed his horses reins an stood by the tall Red horse facing the gambling women. He glance at the riders approaching at a high rate of speed, in less then five minutes they would be right on top of them. “Alright, I don’t usually offer this kind of information but in this case you should know.†Chet cleared his throat an rested his hands on his hips over his gun belt, his horses reins still laced through the fingers of his right hand. “My name is Chet Duke, you have probably herd of me through the grape vein, or from people in this town.....maybe even on a wanted poster.†He looked at the riders again and thought fast. “I stole some race horses from the Atlanta race track, if you help me talk my way into safely delivering these horses I will give you half of what I get for them and....any information I can possibly get for you about the black clad an blondy back at the Nest.†Chet paused waiting for the offer to sink in an then he took a deep breath an spoke again with more urgency. “ What do you say?†(Cue Anyone)

The Red horse reared for the sky as the women feel to the ground and Chet tumbled to the ground as well. Chet got to his feet in a flash drawing his right hand .45 an pointed it at the gambling women, his hand holding the gun turned so that his knuckles faced the sky in an odd fashion. He whipped the blood away from his noose that gushed down his face an dripped from his chin. “Crack that whip....†His chest heaved for a moment. “An I’ll put a bullet through through your head. Now just hear me out for a moment an there won’t be anymore blood shed.†Chet wiped some more blood from his face on the back of his hand an held his ground, his eyes intent one the women. “I’m going to lower my gun so that I can talk to you like a civilized citizen. But so help me gawd, if you hit me with that thing I’ll cut you down before you blink.†Chet slowly lowered his gun to his side an stood with his right shoulder turned towards her. “I have an offer to make with you, an you could profit a lot of cash from it. You willing to listen or do you want to ride back to town an save me my breath?†Chet’s voice drawled in an unusual yankee tone for living in GA most of his life. But his face showed a seriousness an a business like manner. (Cue Chance Walker.)

A side ways grin crossed the young Dukes face, an his brown eye twinkled for a moment as he got to his feet. He headed towards the swinging doors, he knew he would loose his chance to ride with the blond haired stranger an the black clad figure, but the women with the whip had suddenly stricken his fancy. Chet had know desire to swing the women over his shoulder an carry her off to some bedroom and have his way with her, know he had more profitable plans then that. But she wouldn’t go without a fight, so he excused himself from the Nest, walking right past the blonde haired figure with the side ways grin still written brightly on his face. An he pushed throw the swinging batwing door and stepped out into the hot sun shine on the boardwalk, his plan wasn’t going to be easy or much fun, but with that women’s brilliant mind an his sharp shot they could have themselves one hell of a deal. He walked to the end of the boardwalk an the corner of the building an stepped down the wooden planked stairs, his boats making a rhythmic thud over the planks with every step. An he rolled a cigarette in his fingers as naturally as if he had done it everyday since he was born, his eyes gazing around him an never leaving his destination into the shaded alley where his Red steed an three other horses alike stood dozing. Chet lit his smoke an grabbed his reins that lay on the ground an the leads ropes of the other horses, he stepped into the saddle and rode out of alley an down the back of the buildings to the livery barn. There he boarded the three spare horses an left the care taker with enough money to take care of them for a few days, then he left again. Ridding back in the direction that he had come, carefully staying behind the buildings an out of the public eye. An he paused suddenly as he came to the alley where the sharp women stood, the one who had nearly whipped the black clad stranger back at the Nest. He readied himself in the saddle, tightening his reins an getting Red, the long legged Thoroughbred excited enough to bolt on command when asked. Suddenly, Chet hugged the Red horse with his legs and the horse reared an bolted forward headed directly for the gambling women. Chet steered the horse close to her an leaned down in his saddle and scooped her up with one arm an laid her over his saddle as his horse ran out into the street. He steered the lightening quick horse towards the out skirts of town an rode hard until they were a mile down the main rode an a half mile down a hidden trail. There Chet drew back on the reins hard an the gelding came to a skidding halt on its rear legs, still holding the gambling women in his arms Chet looked back over his shoulder to see if they were being followed. As they had ridden out of the alley, out of the corner of his eye he had seen a pair of Buckskin horses, a pair of unmistakable Buckskin horses. An in seconds he feared his father and Luke would be on his trail. (Cue anyone. Lights, Camera....ACTION!)

“Something on your mind?†Chet asked the blonde haired stranger, his cold half blind gaze met the strangers matching brown eyes. Chet leaned forward in the chair an rested his left elbow on the table, his right hand clutching the chilled beer mugs glass handle. His gaze steady an challenging, he wanted know troubles with the blond haired stranger, but trouble had a way of finding this Duke. His eyes watched closely, his body still an silent, and his gaze cold and chilling. Chet’s right eye brought him nothing, but what his eyes could not see his ears could hear and he need not the aid of both eyes to draw his .45's an cut someone down in the time it took the average man to clear leather. Chet had always sported his differences between him and his kin, an sneered on the traits he had inherited from his father. An his kin, the lovely Daisy Duke paused behind the bar for a moment to watch her younger kin, an glance at the blonde haired stranger with worry. Like her family she did not trust Chet an she feared him, respecting him deeply for his dangerous fast draw, the only good trait he had inherited from his kin.

Chet kept his hat tipped low so that his eyes were not visible to the blond haired stranger, he listened closely to the sound of the strangers boats moving on the floor. With out seeing him Chet could tell that he had turned on the stool to face him. “No.†Chet simply answered shaking his head an taking another draw from his cold beer. He tipped his head back an allowed the cold liquid to roll down his throat in thick swallows, an his eyes appeared for a moment an then again disappeared back under the Stetsons wide brim. “Just enjoying a cold drink, like you.†(Cue anyone.)