by: Kristy Duke

Inhaling deeply from my half lit cigarette, I slowly step out from the woods to  walk the several feet of open land before reaching the old and warn barn. My thoughts slowly go over each word that was said between me and the two FBI agents as I silently wonder how they managed to show up when they had. And what all had brought them to Hazzard.

“Where were you?”  a harsh voice snaps and I turn around to find one of Landon’s man there.

“Take it easy, will ya?” I question as I walk around him before turning back to face him, “I had to go pee. Sorry I failed to ask your permission.”

He eyes me harshly before he turns away to walk along the side of the barn. I watch him go as my heart races heavily within me and my fear plummets within me. Taking a deep breath, I drop my cigarette to step it out before I walk to the entrance to look in and over people’s shoulders to see Jesse, Luke, Cooter, and Daisy still alive and tied to the fence area while Bo sits half conscious on the chair. And I am quickly reminded of the FBI’s harsh words on how selfish I am and greedy for what I had just done. Thinking of them, I quickly glance into the wooded area where they now hide, while thinking, ‘At least I am doing something to stop them.’ Sighing heavily, I turn back around, where I watch Landon pacing the floor several feet away from Shawn, yelling something at Shawn to hurry up and do the job.

Nodding to myself, I step away from the entrance way of the barn to walk around the corner to find the guy who had confronted me only moments ago to begin to walk along side the barn. As I reach him, he quickly points his gun at me in fear of who I may be. Pushing the gun away, I state, “Relax. It’s only me. Hey,” I pause thoughtfully, “I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?” he angrily mumbles at me.

“Go get Shawn and tell him I need to talk to him,” I slowly respond  as I find myself tracing my thick scar.

“Why would I do that for you?” he snaps at me, “Do it yourself!”

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by: Margaret

“It’s amazing what a little time and a lot of love can do.”
Fox Mulder pushed the stop button on his hand held-tape recorder and wondered if he
should erase what he’d just said. The sentence wasn’t the most professional way to begin
an X-file report, and was also pretty uncharacteristic of his monotone, no-frills attitude.
But then again, he still wasn’t “officially” part of the X-files. So maybe he could fudge on
the professionalism a little.
He leaned back against the white wooden fence of the Duke farm and quietly watched
his partner and the Duke family play with Patricia for what he thought would be the last
time. The child had changed much in her short stay at the farm. Sad green eyes were soon
replaced with sparkling, twinkling ones. Daisy had replaced her dirty, worn clothes with
pink and white dresses that had frills on the cuffs and skirt, except for when she was in
the dirt, when she wore jeans and a western shirt just like the boys, her biggest heroes.
Her long blonde hair was tied up with ribbons, and the sound of laughter often
accompanied the child wherever she went. Patricia’s tears were gone. She was happy
here, and on the outside looked like any other normal kid in Hazzard ~ only happier.
Mulder would have let her stay here forever if the fates would have allowed it. The
Dukes loved the little girl, most especially Bo. They had taken her in as one of their own,
and Patricia had loved and accepted them as if they were her biological family. But for
all the happiness that sprung from this blissful union, the farmers could not keep her. And
when the day came for her to leave, it was a bittersweet moment.

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by: Margaret

The General Lee left the Dukes’ barn with a dirt-flying screech, and at the sudden
movement, Langely, Frohike, Byrnes, and Skinner were all thrown against the back seat.
Mulder crouched forward, close to the dashboard, while Bo made sure his boot smashed
to the floor.
“How much time do we have?” Fox barked.
Langely gripped the edge of his seat and shakily looked at his watch. Bo brought the
car
off the cross-country clearance and bounced it onto the dirt road, and Langely clutched
his chair with two hands and closed his eyes tight. “NO JUMPING!” he nervously
pleaded. “Don’t do anything crazy! My stomach can’t take it!”
“Langely, get over it!” Mulder yelled. “We have more important things to worry about!
How much time do we have?”
Langely shakily leaned into the front seat and stuck his wristwatch in Fox’s face.
Mulder
glanced at the time and his eyes grew large. He looked at Bo and was about to tell him
the time.
“Don’t tell me!” Bo yelled, cutting his friend off. “I don’t want to know!” The young
farmer leaned forward in his seat and struggled to think of the shortest path to the factory.
He sped the car through a maze of off-road and on-road paths, until the racer finally
crossed the Osage border.

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