Chet Duke

"You are Lucky, ya landed in Hazzard some how." She giggled. The women smoothed her hand down the side of Chets ribs where the gash was from the bullet. "Right here... just a graze." (Cue Konrad.)

The saloon girl shook her head. "You were very lucky. Ya also didnt miss him when ya shot back." She paused sitting down on the bed and scoots back to wipe the wet towel over Chet's face as he slept through the pain of his wounds. "Can you imagine this little town with its incompatant law? This kid keeps the badies out who could really tear this town apart, people dont understand it but with out him this town woulda been a gonna a long time ago. The other only he ever did was steal broke down and crazy horses. A meager payment for what he does." She combed her fingers through the short black hair of the young Duke. (Cue Konrad.)

She frowned at this. She'd seen them fighting earlier that day. "I know... I saw... he missed. Ive NEVER seen him miss." Her green eyes watched him wash up. He was a handsome looking man, nothing compared to many of the mangy rats that seemed to roll into the town. "I have to ask... did he tell you why he was tryin to run ya outta town?" (Cue Konrad)

The women shook her head. "Ive known him for a few years, hes mingled here on and off. Folks in town dont like him cause he steals an occasional broke down horse or a wild one. But hes kept this town clean of ya nasty outlaws that coulda other wise torn it apart. Hes never much hurt anyone unless they ask for it or crossed the line with him." She paused laying a wet towel over his forehead. "Where did you find him?" (Cue Konrad.)

The young cowboy didnt have much strength left, he just writhered against Konrads hold when the pain was too much. The painted women finished with his upper body wounds and moved up on the bed to clean his face. "This is going to scar very badly if he lives. Its very deep." She held the wound together and stitched as best she could. After over 2 hours of clensing, stitching and bandaging Chet finally rested easily. His stomach pumped full of whiskey to help him rest painfully. The painted lady washed her hands clean in the basin and looked at the older cowboy that had brought him in. "I know people dont like him, but who would do this?" (Cue Konrad)

The painted lady glanced at Konrad. "Hes hurtin, in and outta consciousness. Would you mind helpin hold him while I close up his wounds? Hes loosing alot of blood." The lady was working as best she could to sew up the wound in Chets back and some other cuts. Leaving his face for last, blood trickled down his chin, the gouge so wide open it had not yet clotted. (Cue Konrad.)

Chets big redish colored horse planted his feet and refused to move for Konrad, he would wait until his mater was pronouced dead and his body taken away or came out of there to get him. Either way he wasnt movin. The painted lady hurried back up stairs and quickly stripped the dirty and blood soaked clothes off the young cowboy. Quickly she began to clean the wounds and apply pressure to anything that still bled perfusely. Each wound was to be clensed with the whiskey, it burned deep and rattled Chet from his unconscious state. He gasped and shook in pain. "Shhhh....shhhh...." She tried to sooth him hoping the old man would come back to help her care for him. (Cue Konrad.)

The painted lady appeared at the back door of the saloon and came out to see Chet. "Can you carry him up stairs to my room? I cant care for him out here." He pointed up the stairwell just inside the back door of the saloon. "I'll fetch some bandages and whiskey to sooth his pain." (Cue Konrad.)

A fat bellied doctor came to the door and put his specticals to his eyes as Konrad pulled Chet off his horse. "I will not treat that man, hes a gonner anyhow." He slammed the door into his doctors office. The painted lady watched from the balcony of the upstairs of the saloon. She whistled down to Konrad. "Hey! Bring him up the back... I'll help him." The women kept her voice low only loud enough for Konrad to hear her. It was the same women that had entertained Konrad the night before and kept him company in the early morning. She knew Chet well, she'd entertained the young cowboy more than a few times in the recent past. (Cue Konrad.)

Darkness was just shadowing the town as Konrad and Chet rode into the main st. People on the board was paused to look at the man slumped on the big red horse. Some of them grinned in a pleased manner, Chet had been a thorn in there side for a long time. Now to see him slumped over his horse bandages soaking blood and his face smeared thickly with it made them mutter a good ridence. (Cue Konrad.)

The big red horse nickered and came forward nosing his masters still form on the ground. He sniffed all over the younger man smelling the blood on him, he stretches his neck out and nudged Konrad prepared to help. The sun was setting and the dark fingers of evening were coming on. If Konrad was lucky he'd make it back to town by dark. (Cue Konrad)

Chet breathed fast and short breathes in agony. He blinke dhis eyes slowly and then closed them. Could he believe the stranger and what he said? He didnt know but he was took weak to fight. "Hurts..." Consciousness began to slip through his grasps and he slummped in Konrads arms, his head hanging back. The blood leaked from his body like a stream staining the older mans hands. Chet horse stood near by ears perked an inner instinct drove him to trust Konrad rather then attack him in defense of his master. (Cue Konrad.)

At first Chet was almost relieved to open his eyes and see someone was there to help him. Then he recognized the stranger and his hope of survival exstinguished. Why would the stranger help him if all he wanted was to take over what he'd claimed for himself as an outlaw in Hazzard. His face lay covered in a smear of blood from a suveer wound cut down his face. Blood stained the dirt from the gun shot wound in his back and other wounds he'd sustained. He breathed hard to fight the pain in his body. "What do you want?" Chet asked the stranger in a hoarse painful ton. His mismatched eyes reflected a saddened defeat coming strate from his soul. "Its yours now... take it..." The young Duke laid his head down on the ground. The dirt caked on his cheek and jaw, he was not ready to die, but he'd put up a hell of fight and believed it was now over. (Cue Konrad.)

Your welcome Alex. *Grins.* I knew you'd be so thrilled by the hangin picture.

Ah I see, thank you for the imformation BL. I assure you my friend, there is no other law women as fair and understanding as Miss MaryAnne Coltrane. That lady there has been very very merciful to me in the past, even when I'd been and incredibly bad boy. *Smiles.* Im sure what ever choice she makes for Alex will be made by her best judgement. *Leans against the cell.* Hey Alex.... WHOA! Total dejavu! Dont I recall us starin through bars at each other about a year and a half ago. Except I think the situtation was reversed, I was inside and you was out. *Smirks.* If I do recall correctly ya was lookin in on me like a prime steak, though I cant blame you.... I had been a very bad boy. Dont worry Alex ol' buddy ol' pal, my charges werent nothing like yours, Im sure MaryAnne will be merciful. I only roughed up my uncel... you your charges are bit more suveer, messin with MaryAnne. Tsk tsk... I hope she measure that neck tie the right length, or you could be standing on your tip toes for a bit. *Chuckles.* Good luck! (P.S. Im pulling your chain Alex, actually ya are a great guy and good friend. I can understand some friendly fun pokin at the collar idea with MA. She wont lynch ya, she never lynched me and I done alot worse[i think]. Good Luck just the same, ya got alotta long time friends here in Hazzard, includin myself who'll vouch for ya. )

*Strolls in from being gone gawd knows how long to a far away place riding a rodeo as most cowboys do.(Real Cowboys! Not URBAN wannabees!) Covered from head to toe in dirt, bruised and probably some broken bones somewhere.* Heya'll.....looks like I been missin alot. Can anyone sum up a quick catch up for me? I do apologize for my tartieness.... things just aint been goin my way. But Im here now and I wanna help any way I can. Gotta know whats going down first. *Sits down and waits for a long story made short.*

The four riders split outta town quickly. Skillfully they followed the trail of Chets horse. The tall redish colored horse was an easy to track animal, he had unusually small hooves for these parts, being the only Thoroughbred in the area. Chet rode back to his camp and began unsaddling his horse. A frown pulled at his lips, he'd never missed a well aimed shot like he had at the stranger today. The young Duke cursed himself, there was something about that man that just kicked him every time he looked him in the eyes. After nearly a half hour of good tracking and a well timed and carefull approach the four riders charged in on the unsuspecting young Duke. Chet had just sat down to wash the gash on his side where the bullet had grazed him when they tore into his camp. Chet bolted up making a head long run for his horse and vaulting onto the tall steeds back. He kicked his heals into the horses sides and he galloped for the trees. One of the four riders swung a rifle up outta the boot of his saddle and pointed his sights on Chets back. With a single shot he took the young man down, the bullet tearing him off his galloping horses bare back. It took Chet only a few moments to roll over and get to his knees. He drew his right gun and fired at the on coming riders taking one down. The others were on him in seconds, two pouncing on him like cats. A calvery saber slashed across his back and he shreeked in agony. In a few short minutes three of the four riders rode away leaving there own dead comrad laying in the dirt. The young Duke lay nearby, beatin and bleeding perfusely from his wounds but alive. (Cue Konrad. )

A long thin grin laced the lips of the face of the leader of the six roughians that had rode into town. He'd watched the entire confict from the doorway of the saloon. This was exactly what he needed to get this town under his thumb long enough to rob it blind and take it over. He drifted back into the saloon and sat down at a table with his five comrades, that vile grin still on his lips. "Ive got a plan that'll leave this town in shambles and ours for the taken. Listen here." The leader, a redish brown haired fella with a heavy beer belly leaned forward and began drawing out a plan. When he was done, four of his five frineds got up from the table each grinning and nodding. "You make sure you leave a calling card, we want the other to know who's giving and invite." The four nodded and laughed as they left the bar and mounted up, riding outta town in the same direction that Chet had tore outta only a half hour before. (Cue Konrad. I've got plenty of bad names for a crocked legged mangy mutt like you.)

Dropping down on one knee caused Konrads bullet to strike higher, grazing the flesh of Chets side. The young man didnt flinch as the bullet burned his side instead of his hand where he'd had been intended to take the hit. He blinked raised to his feet in shock, he'd missed... his usuall deadly acurate aim for his enemies upper right shoulder had floudered. Chet swallowed his mouth going dry in shock. "Damn you... " The young Duke glared and side stepped grabbing his horses reins and swinging up into his saddle in one fluent motion. The only evidence that he'd been hit was a few small drops of blood on the ground. "I'll get you... you'll see." Without another word her healed his horse into a loap and tore outta the main street. (Cue Konrad.)

The young Duke back straitened and he smirked ready for a blood thirsty gun battle. He narrowed his eyes keenly watching the other man waiting for him to make the slighted more. His own hand hovered over the butt of the gun on his right hip. At the very last moment when it seemed that neither man was gonne draw Chet's hand blurred as he went for his gun. Dropping down to one knee to through the strangers aim off, he fired a single shot. (Cue Konrad. Dead mean dont talk and they sure as hell dont walk.)

"You keep that mangy dawg outta this, I didnt choose my father, hes just the man that helped make me!" Chet snapped and snarled. "Now you get the hell outta here or I'll shoot you and your horse dead right here in this street!!" (Cue Konrad. Ya yellow belly, short tailed scaredy cat )

Chet snarled and grabbed onto the strangers arm that was holding them face to face. "Im not a boy..." He shoved Konrad back outta his face roughly and back up. The young Duke mismatched eyes narrowed and he glared as he brushed his dust back away from each hip. On each hip lay a tied down colt .45, both guns matching. "Dont make a threat you cant keep." His voice growled as he back up and took a strong stance ready to draw.

Cowboy theme not rodeo. Sorry my mistake! What do you know about cowboys and the there legacy and tradition miss Daney?

Daney, it takes more then famouse people, good writers and actors to make a good movie. Even if the paper back was accurate doesnt make it right and proper in the rodeo world. Yeah people may think rodeos a bunch a low life cowboys spending all there time away from home on the rode, scrappin pennies for entry fees. Some of that is true, but times have changed a great deal and Urban "Cowboy" gave the accuracy of a true life wanna be, a completely different world then the true rodeo cowboy and rodeo bull rider. Julie, Yes... Iam a bull rider. Ive been riding for 3 years, this is my retiring year. Im done after September. Its been a wild ride and I have learned not only alotta about rodeo and bull riding but a TON about life. Everything is all based on your perspective. From my perspective, Urban Cowboy gives the real rodeo bull riders a bad name, it hurts the legacy. Julie, below is a picture of me riding a bull at Rodeo school this past May. Enjoy. *(P.S. Yes, Iam a girl, yes I ride bulls against the boys in the exact same terms as them. Same bulls, same ropes, same amount of seconds.)*

The young cowboy grabbed the stranger by the back of his duster and yanked him back nearly pulling him down on the ground before letting go. "Get the hell outta this town or else I'll plant you in it forever." Chet snarled fiercely. He had six nasty's in the Saloon to deal with, he didnt need this rogue in off the streets threatening his business. (Cue Konrad.)