AlexJackson Posted May 6, 2005 Report Share Posted May 6, 2005 While the forest pow wow commenced, somewhere a few miles away, one unwilling rider rode with BlackJack and his men. Alex sighed heavily as the foursome rode further and further into the woods. No one had spoken one word since BlackJack had made his offer and as the minutes ticked by Alex grew more and more agitated. He sat in the saddle as Showdown's gait and the eerie quiet of the woods inspired the thoughts running through his mind. The plan had been so simpleâ€¦leave Hazzard, face off with Chet and hopefully catch up with Brian somewhere down the trail or possibly the nearest town. But nowâ€¦Alex shook his head at how it had all gone so terribly wrong and here he was, a hostage to BlackJack when all he had gone to do was investigate the source of the dynamite explosion. He had run into a sticky situation and his attempts at heroics had backfired badly.A sudden thought nearly spilled Alex from his saddleâ€¦ Help Chet? Did I try and HELP Chet? Alex thought to himself then wrinkled nose in disgust that he had gone from wanting to shoot Chet dead like a mangy dog to helping him. But why? The answer came in a flash of dark hair and blue eyesâ€¦ a shining star pinned to a suede vest. MaryAnne.Alexâ€™s friendship with Brian and his kinship to the Deputy had been the motivation to get involved in the chase. Not that it would do much good now, for all Alex knew the Deputy and Chet just might think that he had turned against them and the rest of Hazzard. He had looked at them both before riding away, but whether that would make a difference or not only time would bring the answersâ€¦Raising his gaze again, Alex glanced around the woods and finally sheer annoyance made him pull on the reins and bring Showdown to a stop.â€œAll right I think Iâ€™ve been pretty patient here, but is it too much to ask where weâ€™re going and what weâ€™re going to do?â€ He asked BlackJack, then watched the leader of the gang stop his own horse and turn it around.Alex now sat directly in front of BlackJack, the two men staring down one another. â€œAfter all, you invited me on this little trek.â€BlackJack regarded the blond drifter with a sour expression. Seeing the fierce look in the outlaw leader's eyes, Alex kept his own gaze steady though he wondered if the answers to his questions were going to be given by word of mouth or from a smoking pistol. BlackJack had already proven he was no slouch when it came to shooting, having already disposed of Alex's hat. Now the blond drifter began to comtemplate what else he stood to lose at the hands of these three, but despite this he waited for the answers. There were lives at stake including his own and he had to know.(Cue BlackJack or anyone!) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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