Chet Duke

Dear Hazzard.... Im sorry, but I must go for now. Im not exactly sure what to say or how to explain this. But I'm going to leave Hazzard for awahile, I dont know when I'll be back or if I'll be back. I love this place, an its become home to many of my muses and Im gratefull to everyone who has put up with both them and me as an author. But I have hit a rut in my life, an until I find a way to except stepping over this rut or dealing with it my muses will only appear on the boards to complete "Bucshot" and "Bad Apples." Take care everyone. See ya'll 'round.... ~Author Denise & My characters...

The Duke boy wrinkled his brow at MaryAnne's harsh words, he wasn't trying to be a coward he just felt that he had been shot at enough lately. Quickly Chet dove his hand into his saddle bags and strapped his holsters on around his waist and around his shoulders. By the weight of the guns they felt like they were still fully loaded from the night before. He glanced up as he buckled on the belts, the riders were coming at them at a steady trot. "I'm not a coward, I'm just tired of getting shot at!" Chet said to the deputy. Chet's heart skipped a beat, it was never a good thing when a law officers facial expression changed. Just the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice as she spat out her cuss of words. He laid his reins over his horses neck an steared the horse with his knees as he took up a gun from each hip. There was no mistaking that glint of sunshine off of the lead riders gun, the bullet screamed by them both so close that Chet's ear rang after wards. Red spun in place an turn in the direction of MaryAnne's fleaing animal, on cue his horse side stepped and broke into a canter. Chet kneed the horse and he skidded and spun in place again, he fired a few shots in reply at the lead rider. For a split second Chet looked back at the deputies back as she rode away from him, his own horse nervously reared and tossed his head in fear. This deputies life was now his own life, if something happened to her while in his presence....more then just a couple of slicks would be knocking on his door to kill him. Heart now racing in pure adrenline he holstered his left gun and took up his reins, he'd have to protect the deputy while she flead. Chet had never seen these men in his life, they obviously knew the deputy and seemed hell bent on getting a piece of her. "Not if this rustler has anything to do with it..." He sneared to himself as he took careful aim at a rider beside the lead man. Chet fired, his bullet wized through the air an suddenly impaled its target, the riders face exploding in a smear of blood and brains. Hurridly he turned his horse and spurred him hard after the deputy and her mustang. "RIDE!!! RIDE!!! DON"T LOOK BACK!!!!" Chet shouted loudly to MaryAnne as she road ahead of him, his own horse streching his long racing legs and showing amazing speed. (Cue Anyone. Sorry not my best work, kinda sick tonight.)

"Someones coming?" Chet asked. He quickly pulled himself up right in the saddle, his feet diving into his stirrups, he grabbed hold of Red's reins as he adjusted his hat. The alarmed sound in the deputies voice made him wary, who could be coming there way at this time of day. Chet gave the reins a gentle pull and moved Red up closer to the deputies horses rear, hopping that the mare would not kick. Red's tethered rope still in the deputies grasp. "Please let go of my horse, I'm unarmed and I've got no where to run." Chet whispered pleading her to release her hold on his horse. The young rustler knew that he had no gun an that settling behind the deputy would be a wise decision, after all she got paid to get shot at. None the less a feeling of worry and wonder settled over him. "Who do you think it is?" He asked, his eyes intent in the direction of the dust. (Cue anyone.)

Hey ya'll just a quick thought but I have a car that I'd like you to try and imagin. Its a car that I hope someday could be real, because its realisticallly possible to do, but I cant find any trace of a real existing one. Anyway, how about a 1970 Dodge Charger with a 1998 Dodge Viper V-10 engine with a blower on it. Its possible to do, the chasis and the fire wall has to be moved back 3 inches or so and a few other fine changes have to be made. I know what your saying, hey this sounds like a 1968 Dodge Charger and Viper I heard about a couple years ago in Mopar Weekly. Well that would be somewhat true, except for the intelegent car to use would have been the 1970 Charger instead of the 1968. The 68" was a box! The 70" was the better model physically. Well hope I didnt take up anyones time, just wanted to give ya a car to imagine. Have fun! ~Chet

"What the hells the difference?" Chet replied looking to make a point here. "We both do things to make a living and survive, I know your just doing your job and I respect you for that. But Im still a human being, an as soon as we get 2 miles out your gonna untie me an send me on my way." He paused an leaned against the ropes holding him. "Whats the difference between untying me now an letting me ride proper like in the saddle for the next mile and a half er' so, then not untying me and leaving me in this unpleasant position? My point is, you got to untie me anyway, why not do it now and let me ride comfortably." (Cue Anyone)

"Whatever you say deputy, but just so you know. I could pulled alot of stunts on you back there to hurt you... but did I? No I didnt." Chet paused and pressed against the ropes holding him in irritation. "My quarrels not with you anyway... Sure I'm a horse thief so what, we all make our living some how. Even you! Especially you deputy!" Chet said matter a factly. (Cue anyone.)

Although Chet's horse had shoes on his hooves the big animals feet made nothing more then dull thuds as Red cantered his way through the short cut deep in the woods. Being a Thoroughbred Red had never proved to be no mountain horse, but he had proved to be rather smart an quick on his feet. Chet felt thankful for this, he didn't need this stranger catching on to the real reason why he had checked the belly cinch on his horse, the last thing he needed was trouble. Lately the Duke boy had bittin off more then he could chew in the lines of trouble, but he knew as the old saying goes; "theres trouble and then theres trouble." The 21 year old Duke boy couldn't help but wonder why the man behind him had come to Hazzard. Maybe... Chet thought. Maybe he was a bad judge of character, maybe this guy was just another passerby. He didn't have to look at the man sitting on his horses back behind him to know exactly what he looked like. It was the black clothing that unsettled Chet, dark clothing like that was something that someone did intentionally and more often or not ment something at one time or another. Chet glanced over his shoulder and offerd the stranger a half grin and patted Red on the neck. Still his gut felt unsettled, something was off, something wasn't right. Alot of people just happened into Hazzard by accident or on business. Sure business, what kind of business, Chet couldnt help but let him mind wander and wonder what this darkly dressed strangers business could be in this sleeply little town. (Cue Blackjack. Hope ya aint gone far Mr. Blackjack, you seem to fit in this town like a frog in a pond.)

It wasnt long before Chet began to come around an return to consciousness, only ten minutes outside of town he released a groan and wrinkled his brow in discomfort. The steady but bumpy trot of his own horse just about jolted his brains out of his skull. After a few short moments of gathering his thoughts he blinked his eyes and opened them, his mismatched eyes glanced around. It was obvious that he was slug over his horse and tied down to his saddle in a rather uncomfortable, undesirable position. Slowly he tried to move but found himself securely held in place by his very own rope. Chet bent his head up an tried to look over Red's thick neck, but unfortunetly he could not bend far enough. "Could you please untie me so I can sit up..." His head spun with dizziness for a few moments before he could reply with anything more. "My wounds are killing me." (Cue Anyone.)

(Call me the worst names in your vocab you slicks, but I aint leaving this town the same time you are. Not unless Im strapped over the back of my horse and dead as a bug in a hot skillet!!!) An idea suddenly struck Chet, he knew if he left that morning at the same time as Brian an Alex that he would never have a chance to get away from them. An there was no way of striking out infront of them but.... there was a way of making sure he left after them. It was going to be a somewhat stupid and rash move on his part but it was the only way he could think of to make sure he left behind Brian and Alex. The black haired Duke boy turned over onto his knees an grasped the bars of the cell doors in each fist. For a long moment he stared at the bars, was this really what he wanted to do, was there no other way? No... this was the only way without facing shear death in itself. Chet looked up at the female deputy from where he knelt on the floor of the cell. His face rough looking and dirty from the scuffle that had occured during the night. Long moments passed as he stared at her, unsure if she should plead silently for her to help him escape the grasp of the two slicks or if he should plain plead for more mercy. What ever he pleaded for he hopped some how she would understand why he did what he was about to do to himself. He glanced at the two slicks, his exspression wide eyed and crazy looking, but also a cold glare of vengence. Suddenly he attention returned to the bars before him, with all his strength he grasped them tight and pulled himself into them bring his forhead down as hard as he possibly could. The move Chet made was effective in the exact mannor that he intended. The dull ringing of the bars echoed through the building as Chet's body slumped to the floor chest down, the top of his head against the bars. As the bars ceased there ringing from being stricken the Duke boy lay on the floor unconscious, a stream of blood seeping from a fresh gash on his forehead. (Cue Brian, Alex or MaryAnne.)

Like Brian said, "Horses and Horse power..." You'll find me anywhere near them if and when there around. (Because of NY Taxes and terrible economy, most of the horse shows & rodeos and car races & derbies, race tracks have closed down.) Anyhow my newest and most exciting hobbie would have to be that Im preparing to go to Sankey Rodeo School in New Caney TX in May. Im going there to learn and be trained to bareback bronc ride. (I know crazy...) My other hobbies range from art to sewing and collecting antique equstrian gear. Check out my site www.geocities.com//generalleesghost01

"What...no breackfast before were shipped out?" Chest replied sarcastically. His brow furrowed, his eyes cold and steady with anger. Both Brian and Alex knew what direction he was going. They would beable to find him with ease, he knew they weren't stupid, it would just be a matter of time before they back shot him right out of his saddle. Chet began to strut around the cell's edge in furry, there was no point of even trying to run, he'd be better off letting MaryAnne and Rosco hang him right there in town. Furiously he threw his duster against the locked cell door and continued his enraged pacing. The young Duke boy had been mad, real mad at what the two slicks had done to him, ruining all his plans and everything. Then Alex had the nerve to gut shoot him, and leave him lying in town for dead. Suddenly Chet slammed his back against the cell door and slide down it until he came to rest on the floor, his spurs racking there way across the floor. "Its all nice and generous of you MaryAnne to let us off with just a warning to never come back to this town." Chet said his voice a snap and his back facing the deputies. "But why dont you just give Brian or Alex a gun right here, right now and let them kill me." Chet paused and his eyes drifted to the floor, admitting that he was beat was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. "Om' hurting from my wounds... I'll never get outta the state alive with them slicks knowin which direction Im going..." Chet looked up, his cold eyes landing first on Alex with a vengful gaze and then gracing Brian's appearence with there stare. (Cue Brian or Alex)

Wordlessly Chet leaned back against the cell wall and took a cigarette paper from his pocket, along with his pouch of tobacco. He'd become so acustomed to building a cigarette that he could do it without even thinking about it. His mismatched eyes looked up from his makings, there cold stare now a teasing flicker as they landed on MaryAnne. Chet couldn't help but wonder, how long would MaryAnne take his silent treatment before she demanded him to answer the question. He placed the rolled cigarette between his lips and drew a match from his pocket, his eyes never leaving her, there intense stare daring her. The flame from the match lit up his face and he exhaled his first drag through the corner of his mouth. Silently he shook the match out and tucked its remains back into the front pocket of his shirt, his eyes never leaving her. How smart was she he wondered, could she take all that she had heard from everyone in that room and put it together. Chet hadn't harmed anyone of the three women he had run into through his hardships of the past days. The Gambling women at first, the painted lady at the saloon and then again the Gambling women. Even after he had been stricken in the nose by one he never harmed her, he'd threatened just to get them to back off but he hadn't laid a hand on any of them. Just like he hadn't laid a hand on Valerie Strate, after all she had helped him, her and Enos had saved him from bleeding to death. Chet's eyes drilled into MaryAnne's wondering what she could see and feel deep inside him from just the intense gaze he was offering. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, taking his time to enjoy it since he had noted with his fingers that his makings were dwindling down. Yet still his eyes never ceased there deep stare unpon the female deputy, there was something about her that made him try to anolize her past what he could see on the out side. "What do you think I did?" He asked coldly. "What do you think I did with a women who had just saved me from bleeding to death?" (Cue MaryAnne or ANYONE.)

With a deep sigh Chet Duke sat back down on the cot in the jail cell, going to sleep was out of the question. He didn't like the tight jawed look that Brian had given him, an he couldnt help but glare back daringly. As he sat there, his head down and his eyes low as he pondered deeply he realized what he would be up against the moment he was released at the edge of town. He'd already made a threat to Alex that he wasn't going to get away with shooting him in the stomach. Slowly he raised his mismatched cold eyes to glance at the blond haired slick, an he couldn't help but watch him. Although he had made a threat to Alex, it was not Alex that entirely concerned him, his gaze ceased upon Alex and returned to Brian's dark, looming shadowy appearence. The look in his eyes was one that Chet had seen before, in other outlaws who hungered for his blood to be spilled on there hands and in the dirt. What would he do as soon as he stepped foot outta this town and was on his own again, with both of them dogging him. Chet weighed his choices on his mind, there was no doubt that no matter how far away he went they would follow. Feeling hopeless now he looked up an gazed out a small window on the other side of the cell, the suns powerful rays were just barely beginning to warm the horizon. (Cue anyone.)

"Hell yes! I'll take your offer to be dumped at any edge of this town and ride away an never return!" Chet spat out quickly and got to his feet. He approached the side of the cell closest to the female deputy and the sheriff, his eyes and expression eager. There was already enough supplies in his saddle bags to get him to the next town, maybe to the next state depending on the direction he went. Chet nodded, he would go North, it had always been an area of his fancy and he knew people up North that could get him back... he slipped a side ways grin and pressed the rest of his thoughts to the back of his mind. "Granted that you kindly return my six guns and my horse I will ride away and not even spare you and your town a glance over my shoulder!" Chet said and took a few short, eager paces steps back and forth. He quickly buttoned up his short and checked his chaps to make sure they were secure for travel and hard riding. Turning away from a moment he grabbed his heavy duster from the cot and returned to the side of the cell, his mismtached eyes watching the law eagerly. (Cue Anyone. )

Fearlessly Chet stood up from sitting on the cot and stepped up to the bars and looked Alex in the eye, his temper barely staying in check. He stared coldly at the other outlaw and crossed his arms over his chest. "I may have admited what I dun, but you an I..." Chets yankee voice bellowed coldly. "We got business of our own to settle." Slowly Chet backed away towards the cot again, there was nothing he could do right now, he needed to wait and see what the law had to say. "In good time you damned slick... in good time." (Cue Anyone.)

"Becareful Mam, I blow hot more often then I blow cold. Exspecially to people that don't like me." Chet stated blunty, feeling alittle less threatened he relaxed but kept his knees bent and rested his elbows over them. Carefully he took note of the jail cell door, left open by the female deputy. (Cue Chance or anyone.)

Literally wincing as if being punched in his wounds by Brian's words, the 21 year old Duke boy drew his knees up to his chest and hugged his arms around them. He hung his head and rounded his shoulders, his cold half blind eyes stared down at the cot he sat on. Feeling as he had always felt, alone, entirely wrong, but this time he was caged in and surrounded by people against him. Chet audioably sighed and ran his hand through the length of his short black hair, he knew he was guilty of stealing those horses and kidnapping not one but two women. He'd returned the women unharmed, an the horses had been turned over to the law. Quickly Chet made his mind up to answer Brian, he raised his eyes as hard as it was now to look the other man in the eye. His posture still curled up, an it was safe to say by the mannor that he raised his head that he was willingly cowering before Brian Coltrane and the law. "I do not deny what I have done, I did steal, I did kidnapp and I did cause one hell of a ruckus in the saloon." Chets voice had softened to a nearly pleading tone. " An I was watching you and your pal in the saloon, I was afraid that the two of you would drive me outta this town or worse find out what I had under my hat. The stolen Thoroughbreds, an like I had feared you did figure me out, but only after I kidnapped that gambling women over there..." He nodded his head towards the female gambler. "An questioned her to see if she knew who the two of you were, an when she didn't know who you were I kidnapped the painted lady, because I knew damned well that she did know who you were." Chet lowered his eyes again an looked at the floor, this was the hard part, every thing had blown up in his face, even his own friends had left him behind. "What you don't know is, that the gang that charged into this town when I was about to be hung by you and your pal, were not my friends. They were out to kill me as much as you were, an that made you there enemy since I was there quarry from the start of this mess. I returned to town to hide from them for a night or two until I could get the horses to a safe place to be sold and meet up with my gang." Chet paused to allow all of what he had said to sink in. "I left the horses in the livery an rode out to warn the gang that I rode with that the gang that you two killed was hot on my trail. But my gang high tailed it with the other 6 horses and left me behind, which they later came here to get me and the remainging horses. They quickly learned that I had been shot an they took me from the Doctors and we ran, they must have figured that I was dun for becasue i was very weak. One of he men planted a bullet in my chest and left me in the dirt to die..." Gritting his teeth Chet knew this was gonna be the hardest thing he had ever said and it was going to be twice as hard to stay in check an up hold it. "You can shoot me where I sit.... but Im not facing you in the street, I leave it in the hands of the law to decide what happens to me. I ment no disrespect in saying that I asumed that she had already planned on hangging me. But I'm a stranger to her and the Sheriff, an she has more reason to believe what you have said then me, even if our stories are relevant to each other." Chet glanced at Alex with a steady but unthreatening gaze, he then glanced around the room, taking all the people who had arrived in. His attention then returned to the female deputy and the sheriff. (Cue Anyone.)

"I'm sure they have told you alot Mam... all considering whats gone on." Chet looked at the other two outlaws glaring somewhat. He knew alot of what had happened was his falt, but if they had simply stayed out of his business and left him alone everything would have went smoothly. So what he 'questioned' that ornery female gambler... he hadn't hurt her, sure he'd threatened. Chet paused his thoughts realizing how much truely was against him, all these people would give there two cents worth against him. He'd fought back to protect his outlaw ways and protect himself against the law. "An as your considering whats gone on you should also take into consideration that its one outlas word to another!" Chet pratically spat the words at Brian and Alex. The Duke boy crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive mannor. "It also has occured to me, that being as these to appear to be your friends that you may already have your mind set to hanging me. And if indeed hat is the case, then I will save my breath...." Chet paused his voice drawing deep. "But dont think for one moment that I will be easy to kill... even in being hung." (Cue anyone who dare )

The pain was fierce in Chet's stomach, he had been hurt badly by the bullet he had taken only a few short days ago and a man in his condition should not have been out of bed. Let alone be doing all that he had, an now it was reflecting on his health as he laid on the cot in the jail cell. For a short time he mumbled softly, his eyes squinted in pain but he remained in deep unconsciousness. Chet turned his head from side to side moaning and goaning, he even moved his right hand up to run his fingers through his short black hair. "Don't shoot...." He mumbled from another world. "I surrender... please..." Slowly, he grew more restless, bending his chap covered knees and trying to push MaryAnne's hands away from his wound. Then suddenly as if he had been hit by ice cold water, Chet came back to reality and his eyes shot open. Panicing at first he rolled onto his side and turned his head so that he could see the person kneeled next to him on his right side, his blind side. Chet pressed himself up against the wall, wincing as his stomach screamed in pain from his movement. He looked directly into MaryAnne Coltrane's eyes, panic and sheer terror writen plainly on his face. His mismatched eyes gazed at her, only the sight of his good left eye presenting her appearence to him. Chet scrambled off the end of the cot he scouched arcoss the floor, his spurs scraping and jingling with the motion. He backed away until his back hit the corner of the cell and he glanced around, the blonde stranger was there.... the black clad guy was there with his horse.... and the women kneeled by the bed had a badge pinned to her shirt. "Don't shoot!" He said fearfully, his mind not yet collected. (Cue anyone)

It was like being hit by a horse at a dead gallop, Chet suddenly found himself crammed face down in the dirt, the impact horrific. For a few moments he lay still, dazed by the collision his head had mad with the ground. But quickly he forced himself to shake off the darkness, Chet still gripped his .45's tightly in each hand. “Get off me you sonof@#$%!†Furiously Chet twisted and struggled against Brian’s weight against him. Suddenly he twisted around, .45 in hand, he turned his hand aiming the heavy handle of the gun for Brian’s chin and struck with all his might. Twisting back and pressing with his hands and knees he attempted to force Brian’s weight off of him. A sudden wave of fierce pain pinched Chet’s gut like being stuck with a hot branding iron, a wave of fear went over him and he dropped his right hand gun in front of him. He lowered his now empty hand to his gut and touched the fabric of his shirt over his wound. His fingers returned to his vision, smeared in a thick dark liquid... (Cue Brian, Alex or anyone.)

Barring his teeth in anger Chet tightened his grip on his gun and pressed the gun’s barrel against the strangers forehead harder. Not knowing the black clad strangers name Chet called out to him the best he could. “You.... out there! Brian! Or what ever the @#$% your name is! Show yourself or your pal here gets another hole to breath out of!†Chet’s chest heaved in anger, he had just about all that he could take. Silently he hoped that the stranger would shoot him in the back and kill him on that very spot. “You’ve got ten seconds to show yourself.... or I kill him! Ten....nine....eight... seven... six.. five...†(Cue Brian or Alex.)

The Duke boys brow wrinkled in question, why had the black clad stranger given up his hiding so willingly? Why hadn’t he at least fired in Chet’s direction, his spurs had to have given him some idea of where he was. Chet drew back the hammer on his right hand gun, what the hell was going on? He took careful aim at the muzzle flash, deciding to aim high and far to the left to be sure that he did not kill or wound the black clad stranger. Chet had come to turn himself in, but he would never turn himself over to the likes of the two slicks, only to the merciful hands of the Hazzard law. Suddenly just as Chet eased his finger onto the trigger the sound of heavy boot thuds on the boardwalk directly behind him made his heart skip. Slowly he turned his head and peered around the corner to glance at the boardwalk, he blinked suddenly in surprise. It was the blond slick that had shot him an he was coming right towards him. A curled sideways grin flickered on Chet’s lips, now was his chance to pay this bastard back for shooting him in the gut. But remembering why he had come there he gritted his teeth, he could use this slick as a way into the jail house and to the law. Moving as slowly as possible he turned around turning his back towards the black clad stranger in the alley, knowing very well that he could easily get shot in the back. Taking a deep breath Chet suddenly stood up revealing himself to the blond slick, his gun raised and pointed directly between the strangers eyes. Chet’s mismatched eyes blazed coldly with an angry burning fire in them as they met the eyes of the stranger. “Hold it! Don’t move.....or I’ll plant lead between your eyes!â€Chet’s voice came low and cold. Slowly he took a couple steps forward so that he would be closer to the board walk and his mismatched eyes could faintly be seen in the dim lighting. “Tell your pal behind me to show himself.....or I’ll cut you down!†(Cue Alex....yellow bellied coyote)

The mismatched eyes watched the black clad stranger come into the alley as he backed his horse up towards the rear of the alley. An then the stranger disappeared, his black clothing aiding him in blending into the shadows, Chets heart stopped in its place. He halted his horse, first of all the horses hooves were giving him away and he didn’t want risk the animals welfare. Carefully he slide back out of his saddle and onto his horses round rump, this way the creek of his saddle would not be heard during his dismount. He bent his knees when he dropped down to the ground from his horses rump, his boots silent but the clang of his heavy spurs announcing. In reply to him dropping down to the ground his horse automatically galloped away out into the street leaving his master crouched in the alley. What now Chet thought, somewhere in this dark alley was a black clad stranger and chances were he knew where he was by the sound of his spurs. A sarcastic half grin crossed Chet’s lips, if he couldn’t see the stranger then the stranger probably couldn’t see him, only hear him. Chet drew both of his .45's and stood up straitening his back, what did this guy want from him. Slowly he moved towards the street end of the alley, where the lamps glowed dimly. Not caring if his spurs clang gave him away he raised his guns and pointed them towards the darkness as he backed up slowly towards the board walk. He knew that if he came out of the shadow that he would not be protected by the darkness, so he paused waiting to see if he could hear the stranger move. Chet kneeled down against the brick wall an waited patiently. (Cue Brian.... you foul smelling, mangy, yellow bellied, black clad, SKUNK!)

Heart pounding like a jack hammer Chet steadily drew closer and closer to town, things were quieting down for the evening, just like they did every evening. The night air was becoming still and quiet, not even a steady wind blew now. He hugged his legs around his horses sides and urged Red into a trot as he flicked his cigarette away and straitened in alertness. Feeling more and more nervous as he drew closer, he began to wonder who he would see first, and who he would seek first. In the back of his mind, Chet really wanted to get a chance to take a shot at the blonde stranger who had gut shot him. But he knew that that was not a good choice, he would get caught quickly and he would surely hang. Chet knew that it would be best to seek out Sheriff Rosco or MaryAnne first, if she was back in town. He needed to avoid the two strangers and go to the law directly, but the unsettling feeling of just knowing his fate was becoming a rock in Chet’s stomach. Cautiously he came near the first building an passed by it, the rear of the buildings were purely dark and he knew he could pass through an come right up to the Sheriffs office without being seen. Building after building passed by an finally he came to the rear of the Sheriffs office, surprising enough lanterns burned within. An from the rear corner of the alley he could see lanterns burning in front of the building as well. Keeping Red as slow and soft footed as possible he turned the tall horse down the alley beside the building and rode down it half way sticking close to the brick wall. Suddenly as he neared the end of the alley a few horses whinnied, one squealed and another bawled its disapproval. Then the sound of boots thudding across the board walk headed towards the horses and the sound of a familiar voice echoed through the evening silence. Chet’s heart skipped a beat as he came to the end of the alley and halted there, him and his horse concealed in the darkness. He held his breath as he listened and watched the black clad figure and suddenly his concentration on the stranger was rattled. His own horse squealed and pawed the ground, Red’s ears laid back angrily. Chet quickly tried to stifle his horses squeal by yanking on the bridle, his heart sank to his toes.... an he knew it was too late. (Cue Brian.)

The night sky had grown as dark as the outlaws eyes as he came to the edge of the woods that surrounded the town of Hazzard. Chet Duke halted his big Red stead and gazed out into the coming evening darkness at the dimly lit town. Many people still mingled in the streets, mostly those who were finishing off a days work an preparing to head home for dinner. Allowing Red to rest for a few moments while he decided his next move, Chet allow the reins to hang loosely as he built a smoke. Approaching the town from the rear wasn’t going to be enough cover for him to just slip in there easy like and see what was going on. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind, he could simply surrender himself to the law.... there would be no blood shed except for his own when they hung him. No innocent folk would be hurt... His jaw line tightened and his brow furrowed darkly, an those two gun slicks would walk away and get away with what they had done to him. Outlaw to outlaw they had been right down.... he gritted his teeth. “What do you think we should do Red?†Chet spoke to his horse. “Turn ourselves in an seal our own fate.... or scout around and see what we can find again?†Red pawed the ground and began to walk towards the town in reply. This was suicide, there was no doubt people down there just waiting to nab him the moment he shows himself. But what other choice did he have? Besides running in the other direction... With a sigh of surrender he gave with his horses reply and began to ease down toward town. Silently relying on the darkening sky to cover his approach, he loosened his guns and checked them all to be sure they were fully loaded. (Cue Brian, Alex or MA.)