Jessica Lynn

by: Wendy

Daisy Duke awoke with a start, a scream dying in her throat as she sat up. Her wide, brown eyes scanned the darkened room as she willed her wild heartbeat to slow. The baby’s cry shattered the silence, and Daisy sighed in relief as she swung out of bed. The baby was just hungry.

As she crossed the hall to the nursery, Daisy thought back over her dream. The dreams of Hazzard and home had been coming much more often lately. This one had been really disturbing. Luke had been shot, Bo had been hurt, and she had not been able to get to them, no matter what she did. She shook her head to clear away the remnants of the dream and smiled at her eight-month old daughter watching her from the crib. “Okay, Jessica. Mommy’s gonna feed you,” she murmured, lifting the baby and starting towards the kitchen.

As she warmed the baby’s bottle, Daisy examined the family pictures in the living room. It had been almost a year and a half since she had last seen her family, but, if she ever felt she was in danger of forgetting them, all she had to do was look at Jessica. The baby had Bo’s bright smile, Luke’s intelligent, pale blue eyes, Uncle Jesse’s laugh, and a head full of hair just like hers. Her family had no idea Jessica even existed – a fact that regularly broke Daisy’s heart.

While she fed the baby, Daisy’s hand drifted toward the phone on the wall. Almost of their own accord, her fingers tapped out the familiar number. ‘Just hang up the phone, Daisy,’ she thought, but her hands seemed to have other ideas. The phone was answered on the second ring by a familiar, gruff voice. “Hello. Duke farm,” Jesse sounded perfectly alert, as if it were closer to noon than four a.m. Daisy did not respond, just kept willing herself to hang up, but a small sound of longing escaped her. “Daisy?” Jesse’s voice now held a combination of excitement and concern. “Baby, where are you? Are you okay?”

Daisy sighed and half-laughed, shifting Jessica in her arms. “Yes sir, it’s me. I’m fine, I-I guess I just wanted to hear your voice again” A smile played across her face as she heard her cousins in the background. “I’m in Greenriver. Everything’s fine.” She hugged the baby again, her heart swelling with joy at the happy sounds of her family. Jessica grabbed for the phone, giggling and babbling, sensing her mother’s excitement.

“What was that?” Jesse asked, surprised. If he didn’t know better, he would swear it sounded like a baby. He waved a hand at his nephews to still their questions. The boys had missed their cousin almost more than he had.

“It’s a long story, Uncle Jesse, and one I don’t think your gonna like. Are y’all gonna be home today?” Daisy closed her eyes for a second, willing herself to remember that she was an adult and a mother. The thought of explaining Jessica to her uncle made her feel like a little girl confessing to some mischief.

“Well, of course. We’ll be here all day. Just come on when you get ready. In fact, come now if you want to,” his little girl’s laughter at this made Jesse smile. He still wanted to ask her again about the babyish sound, but he knew that, if he pushed her, it might be even longer before he heard from her again.

After agreeing that Daisy would arrive at the farm around noon, Jesse hung up the phone and turned to face his eager nephews. Bo seemed unable to sit still, his hands fiddling with everything within his reach. Luke sat watching his uncle intently, just as excited as his cousin, but more controlled. As soon as Bo realized his uncle was off the phone, he began a barrage of questions. “Where is she? What’s wrong? What time will she be here?” Bo finally stopped for breath long enough for Luke to inject a question of his own. “Is she okay?”

Jesse smiled at their excitement and held up his hand to stop any more questions. ”She’s in Greenriver. She’ll be her at noon. I don’t know that anything’s wrong. She sounds fine.” His boys exchanged grins, then Luke stood and lightly clapped his youngest cousin on the shoulder.

“We might as well get started on chores. That way we’ll be done when she gets here.” Luke grinned at Bo’s mock groan and headed out the door. Bo hesitated a second, then gave his uncle a quick hug before following Luke. Jesse stood at the window for a moment, smiling as he watched his nephews play around as they began their chores. This was the happiest he had seen them in a long, long time.

Daisy leaned back against the wall with a sigh, still gazing at the phone. A little thrill of nervous anticipation ran through her. She would finally be seeing her family again – and introducing them to the newest addition. Jessica continued babbling in her arms, making her smile again. “Well, little miss, if we’re going to the farm today, you’ve got to go back to sleep. We want Uncle Jesse and the boys to fall in love with you. It might make you a little easier to explain.”

The morning passed fairly quickly for the Dukes, with Jesse and the boys inventing chores to keep themselves busy and Daisy pacing her apartment, rehearsing what she would say to her family and picking out just the right clothes for Jessica. As it got closer to time to leave, Daisy became more and more nervous. Her mind raced with a million foolish thoughts. ‘What if they don’t like Jessica? What if Uncle Jesse gets mad about her and throws me out? What if they can’t forgive me for leaving?’

“Enough!” Daisy muttered. “If you keep this up, your just gonna panic and run again. Uncle Jesse ain’t ever gonna forgive that.” She caught sight of the baby sitting on the floor playing with an old stuffed lamb and smiled. Jesse had given her that lamb as a welcome present the day she came to live at the farm. Now it was Jessica’s favorite toy. “Well, sugar, let’s get going. Today you get to find out what being a Duke means.” Daisy grabbed her purse and the diaper bag with one hand and the baby with the other and headed out to the car.

Forty-five minutes later, Daisy caught sight of the farm for the first time in months. Her heart skipped a beat at the quiet beauty of her home. “This is it, sugar, home. The perfect place to grow up,” she smiled at the baby cooing in her car seat. “You’re gonna love it here.” As she started to make the turn into the drive, she noticed her cousins in the barn, and her smile widened. She recognized the boys’ movements as covering techniques. The appeared to be cleaning the barn, but nothing much was being moved. Instead, they kept glancing up at the road, probably telling each other they weren’t. Daisy pulled her jeep into its old spot by the General, and willed herself to stop shaking. Her family loved her, and they would love Jess, too. She just had to give them the chance to prove it.

A yell from the barn let the entire farm know that Bo had noticed Daisy’s arrival. Before Daisy could move to get out of the jeep, her cousins had begun running towards her. All of her earlier fears were momentarily forgotten as Daisy jumped from the jeep and was immediately enveloped in gigantic bear hugs. When she finally managed to pull herself loose, she noticed Jesse watching from the porch with a smile on his face. Her heart ached to notice how much older he looked since she had been gone. Turning quickly back to get Jessica out of her car seat, Daisy met Luke’s eyes. He smiled gently at her and indicated the baby watching them all closely. “She’s beautiful,” was all he said before lifting Jessica from the seat.

The three cousins climbed the steps together to where their uncle waited. Daisy hesitated for a second on the top step before flinging herself gratefully into her uncle’s waiting arms. “Oh, Uncle Jesse! I’m so sorry! I’ve missed you and …” Daisy’s voice trailed off as tears began to flow down her cheeks.

Jesse’s work-rough hands gently smoothed her hair as he made soft shushing sounds. “It’s okay, baby. You’re home now. We’ll talk about everything after lunch,” Jesse’s bright blue eyes were examining the baby in Luke’s arms as he spoke, his words as much for himself and the boys as for Daisy.

Finally, Daisy pulled back, wiped her eyes, and took the baby from Luke with a smile of thanks. “This is Jessica Lynn,” she hugged the baby as she spoke, then lightly kissed the top of her head. “Jess, this is Uncle Jesse, and that’s Bo and Luke.” Daisy turned the baby towards each one as she said the name, the turned back to Jesse, watching closely for his reaction. For some reason, she was reminded of begging her uncle to let her keep a stray dog as a child. Jesse smiled slightly and reached out to push the baby’s hair back off of her face, the smile widening as Jessica grabbed his finger with a happy squeal.

“Well, now, you look just like your momma, don’t ya?” Jesse murmured, carefully taking the baby. Jessica studied his face intently for a moment, then, with another squeal, wrapped her free hand in his beard. Jesse chuckled softly and gently removed her hand. “Yep, just like your momma. Now, let’s go see what we can find you for lunch. What do you think? Say?” Jesse turned to go into the house, still talking to the baby, leaving his niece and nephews standing on the porch.

As the screen door closed behind him, Daisy turned to find her cousins smiling at her. Bo stepped forward and slipped an arm around her waist. “Welcome home,” he whispered, squeezing her gently, then steering her towards the door. As soon as the cousins entered, Jesse sent the boys to the attic to find the old high chair for Jessica. Daisy leaned back against the counter, watching her uncle and waiting for the inevitable questions. Finally, Jesse turned from the pot he had been stirring and looked her over. When the question came, it was not the one she had been expecting, but, “Are you happy?”

Daisy faltered for an instant as she mentally switched gears, then smiled. “Well, I have an apartment in an okay part of town. I wait tables at a little place down the street, and one of my neighbors watches Jess while I’m at work. She’s really a very good baby and…” Daisy’s voice trailed off and she looked at her uncle for a second before finishing, “But it’s not home.”

Jesse nodded and stepped forward to put his free arm around her. “You know you can always come back,” he told her gently, “You and Jessica will always have a home here, no matter what.” Daisy nodded wordlessly, then smiled as she saw her cousins struggling to get the heavy old high chair through the door to the kitchen. Some things never changed. Her cousins could still make her laugh, no matter how upset she was.

Lunch was a lively affair, with Jesse insisting on feeding Jessica and the baby entertaining the m all with her constant babble. The boys brought Daisy up to date on everything in Hazzard. Jesse made repeated comments about how nice it was to have a baby around again, his blue eyes far away as he remembered feeding three other babies in this same chair. As soon as lunch was over, Daisy took Jessica into her old room for her nap while the boys made quick work of the dishes, then the cousins joined their uncle in the living room. Now that the moment of truth had arrived, Daisy’s heart was pounding. Her family had accepted Jessica easily enough, but this explanation was still going to be hard. She sank down onto the couch with Bo and took a steadying breath.

“All right. I found out I was pregnant about a week before I left,” Daisy jumped straight into her prepared explanation, knowing she could not let herself hesitate. “I wasn’t sure what to do, But I knew I didn’t want it to cause problems for y’all. I guess I just panicked and ran, then I stayed away cause I didn’t know how to explain. I’m sorry, y’all, I just figured it would be better that way and… I’m sorry,” tears began to flow down her cheeks as she looked up at her uncle, willing him to understand. Bo slid closer to her and slipped an arm around her as Luke moved to sit on the arm of the couch on her other side.

“Daisy, we would have worked it out, you know that,” Luke’s voice was soft as he rested a hand lightly on her back. Bo nodded his agreement, but Jesse just continued to watch her. He knew his niece very well, and he realized that, maybe without even realizing it, she was trying to keep them from asking one question.

“Who’s her father?” Jesse noticed that Daisy’s eyes flicked away from him at the question and she didn’t answer for a long moment. “Daisy Mae, answer me,” his tone was firm and Daisy winced slightly at the use of her full name. Daisy’s head lowered and she studied her nails.

“Jamie Lee,” her voice was almost a whisper and she felt both boys tense at the name.

“Jamie Lee Hogg!?! Daisy, why would…?” Bo began, but his uncle silenced him with a look. The boys eyes met over Daisy’s lowered head, and Luke sighed. This was definitely getting complicated. Jamie Lee was Boss’s nephew. He had been arrested for counterfeiting right around the time Daisy had left.

“I loved him. Well, I thought I did. I mean, I was gonna marry him and…” Daisy defended herself. “I loved him, Uncle Jesse.” She lifted her head to look at her uncle again and found him nodding slightly, almost as if he had already figured it out and just wanted to hear her say it.

“Does he know?” Jesse asked softly, although he felt sure he knew the answer. Now he did understand why Daisy had run. The baby would have been hard enough for her, but a baby with a Hogg would have to be even harder to deal with, especially here.

“No, sir. I know, I have to tell him, but, I guess, I just haven’t gotten up the nerve to figure out how, yet. I don’t even know what prison he’s in, and I couldn’t exactly ask Boss, so…”Daisy shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Jesse stood and moved over to his niece, his heart aching at the tears in her eyes. He reached his arms out toward her and Daisy rose gratefully into the offered hug. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. All of her fears for her family’s possible reactions melted in that embrace.

Jesse lightly kissed Daisy’s hair like he had when she was little. “I’ll go with you to see J.D., Daisy. You have to give Jamie Lee the chance to help you, baby. If you keep running and forcing yourself to do it all alone, you’re just gonna wind up with nothing,” the old man spoke firmly, but gently. Daisy nodded slightly. She knew her uncle was right, but she was glad he was coming with her. The meeting with Boss Hogg would be much easier with Jesse there.

After a brief discussion, and the decision to leave the baby at the farm with the boys, Daisy and Jesse headed into town. Daisy was lost in her own thoughts, attempting to come up with the best way to break the news to Boss that his great-niece was a Duke, when Jesse’s voice broke the silence. “You know, honey, I meant what I said earlier.” At the confused look in the girl’s eyes, Jesse smiled gently. “You do need help – not that you haven’t done a good job on your own, mind you. Jessica seems like a healthy, happy baby, and you should be proud of that, but you don’t seem too happy. It’s your decision, of course, and I ain’t gonna push ya, but I really think you’d be better off coming back home. I know me and the boys would be better off with you here.”

Daisy sighed, her eyes filled with longing at the concern in her uncle’s voice. Her heart ached to scream yes, knowing she wasn’t happy in Greenriver, but, “It wouldn’t be fair to y’all. Jess is a good baby, but she gets fussy, and sometimes she won’t sleep at all at night. I couldn’t ask y’all to rearrange your lives for us.” Daisy felt her eyes well up with tears as she finished.

Jesse stopped the truck and turned to face his niece. “ You wouldn’t be asking us to rearrange our lives. I’m offering – besides, we love you. We want to get to know your daughter and have you both with us. All babies fuss and keep you up from time to time, it’s part of having a baby in the house. I think we can handle that. It’s nothing compared to the fun of watching a baby grow up, and knowing you’re both okay.”

Jesse’s little speech broke through the last of Daisy’s resistance and the tears began to flow as she realized again what she had put her family through these past months. She gave in and agreed to move back home. The meeting with Boss Hogg turned out better than the Duke’s had hoped. Boss was not thrilled at first, but when he and Lulu dropped by the farm later to meet Jessica, they both fell instantly in love with the good-natured baby.

Daisy went back to work at the Boar’s Nest. Jamie Lee wrote to her weekly for updates on their daughter’s progress, and Daisy made arrangements to take Jessica to see her daddy as often as possible. The boys and Jesse doted on the baby, and Jessica got to know the joys of growing up in a place called Hazzard County.

 

Choices

by: Wendy

Daisy spun around, her heart hammering in her chest like it was about to break through, unsure of what she had heard. Suddenly, she spotted Luke lying on the ground in a pool of blood, her heart stopping for an instant before pounding even harder. As she ran toward her cousin, her eyes continued searching for Bo. He had to be here somewhere, but, as she dropped to her knees beside Luke, she could not find him. “It’s okay, sugar. Everything’s gonna be fine,” she murmured, reaching to attempt to stop Luke’s bleeding, but, just before she touched him, she realized it was too late. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she reached to touch her older cousin’s cold, dead hand. After a moment, she heard Luke’s voice calling her name, as if from a great distance. As she gazed at his face, trying to make sense of it all, his hands suddenly grasped her arms, pulling her closer. She fought as hard as she could, but his voice kept getting louder and his grip tighter until…
Daisy’s eyes flew open, a scream lodged in her throat. Hands still clutched her upper arms and, for a terrible second, she felt like something had followed her from her dream, especially when she found herself still staring into Luke’s crystal blue eyes. “Come on, sweetheart, its okay,” Luke said softly, concern stamped on his face. Without another thought, Daisy threw her arms around him and began sobbing into his neck as relief coursed through her. “Okay, baby, you’re all right. It was just a dream,” Luke returned the embrace, his hand gently rubbing her back in a calming motion. He held her for a moment, allowing her to cry herself out, making soft shushing noises. When her tears finally stopped and she pulled back to wipe her eyes, he said, “That must have been some dream. I heard you moaning when I went past your door. Wanna talk about it?”
Daisy smiled gratefully, but shook her head. “No, that’s okay. You know how dreams are. They just sound silly when you try to explain them to somebody,” she heard the slight tremor in her voice and hated it, but there was nothing she could do about it. A glance at her cousin’s face told her he had heard it, too. Deciding not to mention it, Luke stood up to leave. “Okay, then. If you’re sure you’re alright now, I’m gonna go start my chores. Yell if you need me,” Luke was worried about her reaction. Even when they were kids, no dream had ever left Daisy shaking and crying like this. Daisy watched him walk to the door, then softly called his name. When he turned, she smiled and almost whispered, “Thanks.” He smiled back and nodded once before he walked out.
As she dressed, Daisy let her mind wander back over the dream. There were a couple of differences, but it was the same basic dream she had had so many times in Greenriver. Before she had just assumed the dreams came because it had been so long since she had seen her family. She couldn’t imagine what had triggered it this time, after all, she had been home almost a month. A sound from the crib on the other side of the room told her that her daughter, Jessica, was awake. Forcing herself to smile as she turned to get the baby ready for the day, she thought, ‘Don’t think about it anymore. Like Luke said, it was just a dream.’
In spite of her determination to put the dream out of her head, she found herself thinking about it all through the day. Every time she looked at Luke, a piece of the dream would pop into her head, like it was hovering at the edge of her mind, just waiting to pounce. By the time she went to bed that night, she was so jumpy that she was sure she would never fall asleep, but she was out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Around morning, the dream returned, but this time as she turned, she noticed a dark sedan speeding away before her eyes fell on Luke’s body. Daisy jerked up in bed, breathing hard, tears streaming down her cheeks. Wiping her eyes, she sighed and lay back down for a moment, but she couldn’t seem to stop shaking. “Get a hold of yourself. It’s just a dream. Luke’s fine,” she muttered fiercely, wiping her eyes again with the sheet. After a few deep breaths, she got up and went to look at herself in the mirror over her dresser. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and there were still signs of tears on her cheeks. “Just calm down and grow up. You’re acting like a child, panicking over a silly dream,” she scolded her image.
That afternoon, though, it suddenly became much more than a “silly dream.” Daisy and her cousins were in town picking up some supplies. Bo had gone across the street to check with Cooter on some parts while Daisy and Luke finished loading bags into the General’s trunk. As he started to close the trunk, Luke shot a glance at his cousin. Daisy had been distracted the past couple of days – hardly speaking to anyone, not eating – and every time she looked at him she seemed on the verge of tears. For some reason, he kept thinking about her reaction to the dream the day before. Daisy turned to walk toward the garage, but Luke reached out and caught her wrist, pulling her gently back to lean against the car. “Daisy, what’s wrong? If you don’t tell me what’s bothering you, I can’t help. And don’t tell me it’s nothing – I know you too well for that,” his tone was gentle but firm, reminding her of Jesse.
For an instant, Daisy wanted to tell her cousin everything, but, instead, she forced a puzzled smile and shook her head slightly. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m fine, Luke, just a little tired is all. I – Jessica didn’t want to sleep last night.” She hated to lie to her cousin, and she was fairly sure he didn’t believe her, but she was sure he would think she was crazy if she told him the truth. “Come on, we’ve got to get back to the farm so I can start dinner.” She pulled away and started toward the garage again, hearing Luke sigh behind her as he started to follow. When she got almost all the way across the street, Luke spoke again, “It’s that dream again, ain’t it?”
Daisy spun to face Luke, slightly surprised that he had mentioned the dream, when she suddenly realized that this was the location of her dream. She took a step back toward her cousin, just as a midnight blue sedan rounded the corner, heading straight for him. Even if Luke jumped back right then, there would be no way the car would miss him. With a sharp cry, Daisy launched herself at her cousin, catching him off guard and knocking him backward out of the way. She hit the pavement hard and immediately rolled in an attempt to save herself, but there was a sudden crushing weight on her abdomen. Lights flashed in front of her eyes and all of the air left her body in a rush, then the weight was gone, but it was replaced almost instantly by a horrible pain. Luke’s voice carried to her ears, but she could not make sense of his words – he seemed to be yelling into a well. Finally, she drifted into welcoming blackness.
“Cooter, call an ambulance,” Luke yelled as he and Bo rushed to Daisy’s side. His pale blue eyes scanned the scene, but it seemed like all he could see was blood – it poured from a gash on her forehead where she had struck the pavement and trickled from one corner of her mouth. His hand went immediately to her throat, where he finally found a weak pulse, and his eyes began to track the rise and fall of her shallow breathing. Everything he had ever learned about first aid was tumbling through his mind at lightening speed. “Bo, get a blanket or something to cover her up, we gotta keep her warm,” he could not remember why, exactly, but he knew it couldn’t hurt. One hand went quickly to her forehead to attempt to stop that bleeding as he searched for a source for the blood at her mouth. “Just hang on, baby. You’re gonna be okay,” Luke fought to sound strong and confident as he whispered to Daisy, but inside he was falling apart. He barely even noticed when Bo returned to place a blanket from the trunk of the General over Daisy.
Bo’s voice shook slightly as he told Luke he had called Jesse on the CB. He had turned when he heard Daisy call out to Luke, and now the accident kept replaying in his mind, driving out everything else. Before Luke could respond, Daisy made a soft gurgling sound and her eyes fluttered open. Both boys’ hearts skipped a beat at the agony in those wide, brown eyes. “Luke,” her voice was weak and breathy, the one word obviously taking a lot of effort. Luke moved carefully into her line of vision and forced a smile as he spoke to her, “Shh, don’t try to talk, Daisy. The ambulance will be here soon.” Daisy closed her eyes for a moment and drew in a shuddering breath before trying again, “This…is the… dream.” Luke started to shush her again, then realized what she had said. He sighed and murmured, “Okay, baby. It’s okay,” praying hard that it would be. As the wail of the ambulance siren drew closer, Daisy turned her head to look at Bo and drew in another shuddering breath to speak. Bo shook his head and gently placed a finger on her mouth, “You need to rest, darlin’. You’re gonna be fine. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.” Daisy smiled weakly at her youngest cousin before giving in to the darkness again, as the ambulance stopped beside them.
After a moment, Daisy became aware of someone softly calling her name. As badly as she wanted to stay in the pain-free safety of the darkness, she felt like she was being pulled toward the voice. Finally, she couldn’t fight it anymore and braced herself for the pain to return as she opened her eyes. When the pain did not come, she tried a couple of experimental deep breaths, then closed her eyes with a groan. “Great, I’m…” she began, but a soft laugh cut her off.
“You ain’t dead, honey, just kinda …’in between,’” the voice came from behind her now, causing her to spin around and open her eyes. Daisy found herself face to face with a woman about her own height with brown hair lightly streaked with gray and a bright, kind smile. Her heart leapt in recognition. “Aunt Martha!” Daisy quickly hugged her Uncle Jesse’s wife, then pulled back to stare at her in confusion. Martha and Jesse had raised her after her parents died, but Martha had died while Daisy was in high school. “If I ain’t dead, then how…? What do you mean I’m ‘in between’?” Martha smiled again and gave Daisy’s arm a gentle squeeze, “Come on, honey, let’s sit down and I’ll try to explain.”
Once they were seated, Martha sighed and began studying Daisy’s face intently, something she had always done when she had something important to tell one of her kids, but wasn’t sure how to begin. Finally, she took a deep breath and began, “Okay, I guess you’ve figured out by now that that car was intended for Luke. It was supposed to be his time to go, and he wouldn’t have suffered. When you gave yourself to save him, though, everything changed. Now he has a long life ahead of him – I’m real proud of you for giving him that – and you have a decision to make. See, honey, you were supposed to have a long life yourself but, well, there is so much damage that… Right now you’re in between life and death – your body is in a kind of coma- and it’s up to you which way you go.”
While her aunt was talking, Daisy’s mind was whirling, trying to take it all in. Now she asked the first question that came to her, “If I choose to live, does that mean Luke has to die?” Martha laughed gently and shook her head,” No, baby, Luke’s fine now. He was given a kind of second chance. This ain’t a trade off, it’s a reward. Most people don’t get any choice in the matter, but, because of your sacrifice, you do. You need to realize, though, that your body took quite a beating. If you go back, you will be in an awful lot of pain for a very long time – and you will have to go through months of surgeries and therapy to get back close to how you were.” Daisy nodded thoughtfully before speaking again,” If I choose to stay here, what … happens?”
“Well, you wouldn’t be in pain, here. You can look in on Jesse and the boys from time to time,” Martha hesitated, then sighed, “But, that ain’t what you’re asking, is it?” When Daisy shook her head, Martha sighed again, “Jessica will be just fine, honey. If you go back, she’ll have you to take care of her. If you don’t, Luke will take her and raise her. Either way, she has a good life. Now, I’m gonna leave you to make your decision. Just remember, no matter what you decide, I’m proud of you, and I’ll always be watching over you.” With that, Martha gave Daisy a quick hug and vanished, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Jesse and the boys stood when the doctor entered the room. It felt like days since they had been informed that Daisy had been taken to surgery. Rosco had already come to take statements from the boys and Cooter. Cooter had left to take Jessica to Lulu. Now, Jesse studied Doc Applebee’s face for clues as he asked, “How is she, Doc?” The doctor sighed and gestured for them to sit back down. This part of the job was never easy, but it was even harder when you had known the patient and her family most of their lives.
“She came through the surgery fairly well. She’s stable now, but she’s still unconscious. There’s a lot of internal damage – most of her ribs are broken, one lung has collapsed. I’m sorry, but, for now, all we can do is wait and pray, “Doc Applebee watched Jesse closely as he finished speaking. Jesse seemed to be getting paler and older with every word. Finally, Bo cleared his throat and asked quietly, “Can we see her?” Doc nodded and gave Bo an affectionate smile – this was the most subdued he had ever seen the boy. “Of course, but I need to warn you – she’s hooked to a lot of machines. Most of them are just monitors – they look worse than they are. She’s in room 207.” Jesse nodded and thanked the doctor before leading his boys down the hall.
The first thing Jesse noticed when he reached Daisy’s room was how small and fragile she looked. He moved to sit by the bed and carefully took her hand, dimly aware of his nephews entering the room behind him. Seeing her like this, it hit him just how serious her injuries really were – Daisy had always been the one he had never really had to worry about, and a part of him had just assumed that she would be okay. “Come on, baby, you’re stronger than this. You’ve got to fight,” Jesse’s voice was barely a whisper, nearly lost in the beeping of the monitors as he rubbed her hand. Bo and Luke glanced at each other, their hearts breaking again at the pain in their uncle’s voice, and a silent communication passed between them – they would see to it that the one who had done this was brought to justice.
That night, the only one at the farm who slept was Jessica. Jesse had the boys move her crib into his room as soon as the three of them got home – then spent the night in there alternating between watching the baby sleep and looking at photo albums from Daisy’s first days at the farm to the present. Bo and Luke went through the motions of getting ready for bed – even lying down and turning off the lights – but, they just lay there staring at the ceiling in silence. Finally, after a couple of hours, Luke sighed and said softly, “I should’ve tried harder to get her to tell me what was wrong. Maybe I could’ve …” his voice trailed off as Bo sat up and flipped on the lamp. “Luke, she had a dream. This was just an accident – a coincidence – it could’ve happened anytime,” Bo watched his cousin for a moment before speaking again, “There was no way either of us could’ve stopped it. Daisy saw the car coming and she made a choice.” Now Luke sat up and turned to face Bo, tears sparkling in his eyes, “Bo, I should’ve seen it. I was focused too close on her, and she paid the price. I’m supposed to protect you and Daisy – not watch one of you get hurt for me. She pushed me out of the way – if she …dies… it’ll be my fault, just as much as if I’d hit her myself.” Bo closed his eyes for a moment, then moved to sit on Luke’s bed. “If you had seen it coming, you would’ve pushed Daisy back – and I’d be saying this same thing to her. She did it because she loves you. You can’t get mad at her for that. If you’re gonna get mad at anybody, get mad at the one driving the car,” he gave Luke’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Now, get some sleep. We’ve got a lot to do in the morning if we’re gonna find this guy.” After a long moment, Luke nodded, then raised his eyes again, “Thanks, Cousin. I guess I needed to hear that – but I still feel like I let her down, you know?” Bo gave him a quick hug and nodded, “I know. I feel the same way, like I should’ve been closer. All we can do now is pray and help make sure this guy doesn’t hurt anybody else.”
The next morning, after Jesse had left to take Jessica to Lulu and go to the hospital, Bo and Luke finished their chores and headed for town. Both of them felt a little guilty about not going straight to the hospital, but they also felt like they would do Daisy more good by finding the one who had hurt her. After a couple of minutes, Bo broke the silence, “Where are we going first?” Luke answered instantly, “Cooter’s.” He caught Bo glancing at him, and half smiled,” He might have an idea what kinda car it was. I figure it’ll be easier to find it if we have a clue what we’re looking for.”
Cooter looked up in surprise when his friends entered the garage. He had expected them to be at the hospital, but, as soon as Luke asked about the car, he realized that he should have known this was too important for the boys to leave to Rosco. He sighed and shook his head slightly, “I’m sorry, ya’ll, but, like I told Rosco, I didn’t get a real good look at it. All I saw was a dark Ford sedan, probably a ’78 or’79, with a dent in the driver’s door.” Bo glanced at Luke and grinned. When it came to cars, Cooter noticed more than most people. They thanked Cooter and left, with a promise to keep him posted.
Outside, Luke stood for a moment, staring at the scene of the accident, before climbing into the General. He kept feeling like he was missing something, but he had no idea what it could be. As Bo started the car, Luke closed his eyes to try to focus his thoughts. His eyes snapped open as a whiff of stale whiskey drifted through the car. Hobie, the local drunk, was leaning in the window, his face just inches from Luke’s. “I…I heard your cousin was hurt. She okay?” the old man’s words were badly slurred and he swayed as though he might fall over at any second. Bo forced himself to smile as he answered, “She still ain’t woke up. Doc says all we can do is wait and see what happens.” Hobie nodded a few times, then reached in to grab Luke’s arm tightly. “She’s a good person,” he slurred, staring intently at Luke, “I…Nobody’d hurt her on purpose, ya know? She’s a good girl.” After a moment, the old man nodded again, then released Luke’s arm and staggered off, mumbling to himself.
Luke stared after Hobie for a long time, the nagging feeling that he was missing something growing even stronger. Finally, he turned back to find Bo watching him as if trying to read his thoughts. After a couple of seconds, Bo asked softly, “Where to now?” Luke sighed, “Well, we ain’t gonna get anything from Rosco, that’s for sure.” He glanced at his watch, considering their options for a second. “Head for speed trap number one. Maybe Enos can tell us something.”
The first thing Daisy noticed was that the pain had returned with a vengeance. A part of her wanted to flee back into the darkness – anything to escape this – but an image of Jessica’s smiling face flashed before her eyes. Suddenly the darkness wasn’t an option anymore – she had to get back to her baby. As she fought for consciousness, she became aware of sounds around her – a steady beeping and a whispering voice. Gradually, the sounds became clearer until she recognized Jesse’s voice. Her uncle seemed to be alternating between praying and urging her to wake up. The sadness in his voice seemed to pull at her, giving her a burst of strength to force her way up out of the lingering darkness. She felt him gently rubbing her hand and focused all of her energy on squeezing his hand in return.
Jesse’s head was bowed and his eyes closed in prayer when he felt the light pressure on his hand. His eyes flew open and his head snapped up, his heart pounding with excitement and hope as he examined Daisy’s pale face. Her eyes were still closed, her features slack, but he thought he saw movement behind her eyelids. “Come on, baby. That’s it, fight. You can do it,” Jesse’s voice never rose above a whisper, his eyes glued to her face as he reached up with his free hand to brush her hair back from her face. After a moment, he felt her squeeze his hand again and her eyes twitched,. “That’s my girl, come on,” his voice was choked with emotion. After what felt like an eternity, Daisy made a soft moaning sound and her eyes fluttered open.
The light seemed way too bright after so long in the dark and it took several seconds for her eyes to focus. Jesse was standing by the bed smiling down at her, still gripping her hand with one hand while he reached to press the button to call the nurse with the other. Tears of joy sparkled in his bright blue eyes and his voice shook slightly as he told the nurse that Daisy was awake. Daisy closed her eyes for a second, then glanced around the room, expecting to find the boys and Jessica nearby. Instead, she found the source of the beeping – machines surrounded her, monitoring her breathing and heart rate. Returning her gaze to her uncle’s face, she whispered, “Where…?” her voice trailing off into a violent coughing fit. Jesse winced when her eyes filled with tears as the pain worsened, and gently stroked her hand. “Shh, take it easy, baby. Don’t try to talk. You’re at Tri-County Hospital,” he watched her carefully as he spoke, “Lulu’s watching Jessica. The boys are finishing up the chores, they should be here soon.” Daisy nodded weakly and closed her eyes again as Doc Applebee entered the room. As the doctor began examining Daisy, Jesse went down to his truck to call the boys.
“I’m sorry, ya’ll, but I can’t tell you anything. The sheriff…”Enos was standing by his patrol car, twisting his hat in his hands as he spoke, when Jesse’s voice cut in over the CB. “Shepherd to Lost Sheep. Shepherd to Lost Sheep.” Luke leaned into the window of the General to grab the CB mic, terrified that his uncle had bad news, Bo and Enos crowding around him. “Lost Sheep here. What’s wrong, Uncle Jesse?” Jesse’s laugh carried from the small speaker, causing all three men to relax, “Nothin’s wrong. I was just wonderin’ where you two was. There’s a lady here askin’ for ya.” The boys looked at each other for a moment, then Bo let out an ear-splitting yell that caused Luke and Enos to wince, even as they grinned at each other. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted with just those few words. “We’re on our way now. Lost Sheep out,” Luke’s eyes sparkled with joy for the first time in days as he slid into the passenger window, watching impatiently as Bo slid across the hood to climb into the driver’s side. The CB was going wild with calls from Cooter, Rosco, and most of Hazzard expressing their relief at the good news, making the boys smile again at the reminder of how many friends Daisy had. As Bo pointed the big car in the direction of the hospital, Luke closed his eyes and offered up a silent prayer of thanks.
Opening his eyes again, Luke glanced at a car with dealer tags on the back turning down a side road. As he turned back to look out of the windshield again, something clicked in his mind and the details he had been missing earlier seemed to fall into place. “Dealer tags!” he exclaimed, sitting up a little straighter and turning in his seat again to look at the other car. “Huh? What about dealer tags?” Bo stared at his cousin in confusion. He was used to the way Luke’s mind worked, and could usually follow, but this little leap had left him behind. Luke turned to face Bo, his excitement obvious on his face, “The car that hit Daisy. It had dealer tags on it. Since there’s only one used car dealer in town, that means…” “We need to go see Hobie,” Bo finished for him with a grin.
They decided to stop by the car lot after they checked on Daisy, but, as they passed it, something caught Luke’s eye. “Turn around, Bo!” he commanded. “Why? I thought you wanted to check on Daisy first,” in spite of his protests, Bo automatically obeyed. “Look over there by the office,” Luke instructed, nodding toward a car – a midnight blue, 1978 Ford sedan with a dent in the driver’s door and dealer tags! Bo’s eyes widened as he pulled into the lot, “You don’t think…?” Luke interrupted quietly,” I think it’s worth checkin’ out – before somethin’ happens to it.”
The boys climbed out of the General and walked slowly around the other car, looking for any sign that it was the same one from the day before. As he passed the front of the car, something on the bumper caught Luke’s eye. He bent down for a closer look, and sucked in his breath sharply as he realized what he was looking at – a small dent with strands of long brown hair caught in dried blood at its center. He raised his head to point it out to Bo, but stopped when he noticed that his cousin was looking toward the office with a strange expression on his face. Following Bo’s gaze, Luke saw Hobie standing on the top step, his face pale and his lips moving soundlessly. Luke glanced back at the car again, and felt the final pieces of the puzzle slide into place. He took a step toward the old man and noticed tears sliding down Hobie’s wrinkled cheeks. “What happened, Hobie?” Bo’s soft voice startled Luke – he had expected more anger from his impulsive cousin. Glancing at him, he realized that Bo had not moved and was doing his best not to pose a threat to the old man, even though his hands were shaking almost as bad as Hobie’s.
“It – it was an accident. I didn’t th-think she was real,” the boys had to strain to hear Hobie’s voice. “I…I thought I was just seein’ things again – bad shine, ya know? – but then…” Hobie’s legs folded under him, causing him to drop down onto the step. He shook his head and looked at the Dukes pleadingly, “I’d never of hit her if I’d knowed she was real – ya gotta believe that. I was gonna tell y’all this mornin’, but I just couldn’t.” He closed his eyes for a second before speaking again. “Daisy’s the only one I ever knew who never treated me like I was just some old drunk. She always smiles and talks to me – just like she does everybody else- and, she always makes sure I got food. She cares, ya know? And, now, I … “His voice trailed off and he stared at Bo and Luke for a moment, tears streaming down his face.
Moving slowly, Luke stepped over to sit down beside Hobie on the step, “Why didn’t you stop? When you figured out that she was really there, why…?” Hobie shook his head, “I didn’t figure it out till this mornin’ when I heard about it on the radio. That’s when I came lookin’ for y’all. I was hopin’ I had heard wrong, but… I’m so sorry, y’all. I…” Bo’s voice was still soft, but it shook slightly as he spoke again, “If you couldn’t tell us, why not Rosco or Enos?” Hobie sighed and smiled sadly at Bo, “I didn’t want y’all to hear it from them. I figured… well, I don’t really know what I figured. I guess I wasn’t thinkin’ straight.” He lowered his head and sighed again, “I-I know they’ve got to be called, but…”
Ten minutes later, Jesse stood up as Bo and Luke entered Daisy’s room. He glanced back at his sleeping niece, and motioned for the boys to step back out into the hall. “Where have you two been? Daisy’s been askin’ for you ever since she woke up. She just fell asleep a couple of minutes ago.” Luke quickly explained the delay to his uncle, finishing with, “We waited with Hobie till Enos got there. Enos had been coming here when we called – he said to tell Daisy that he’ll be by to see her when he goes to lunch.” Jesse shook his head sadly, “Hobie’s always been a drunk, but he’s never…” Luke sighed when his uncle stopped talking, “He said something about bad shine. He was drunk and probably just thinkin’ about his next drink.” Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a sound from inside of the room. He smiled at the looks on the boys faces and stepped aside to let them in to see their cousin.
Hobie was arrested for drunk driving and hit-and-run. He spent the next six months in a rehab center to help him stop drinking and was given probation for the next ten years – after Jesse talked to the judge.
Daisy spent a week in the hospital. The next few years were hard – filled with surgeries and physical therapy, but she never once regretted the choice to come back to her family.

Daddy Coltrain

by: Vixey

Disclaimer: the Dukes aren’t mine, Hazzard’s not mine, and Roscoe’s not mine, although I wish he was. All complainers will be cuffed and stuffed.

Vixey was tired. It had been 3 months since their son Patrick was born and neither one of them had gotten much sleep. Boss was constantly yelling at them for falling asleep on the job but he loved his nephew dearly. Daisy had been taking care of Patrick when she didn’t have to work, but today was not one of those days so he was with Vixey. She was enjoying being married and being a new mother again, but something wasn’t right. Even though she knew that Paul laws safely locked away, she still had nightmares, which robbed her of the little sleep she got. Roscoe wasn’t feeling much better either. He had never been a father before and it was harder than he thought but he loved every minute of it, well except the diapers.

As he came in from patrol, he saw Enos holding Patrick and Vixey smiling. “Be careful you dipstick. If you drop him I’m gonna knock you into the middle of next week.”

Vixey put her fingers to her lips. “Shh, Enos got him to sleep. He’s not going to drop him. He’s being very careful.”

Enos was grinning from ear to ear. “Gosh Vixey, he sure is cute.”

“Yeah and he looks like his daddy too,” Roscoe bragged.

“And he’s got his daddy’s hard head,” shot Vixey. She smiled as Roscoe gave her a look. She giggled. “He’s as stubborn as his Daddy too.” She yawned and sat down at her desk. “Just put him in his carrier when you’re done holding him.’ She leaned back and in a matter of minutes was almost asleep when Boss stormed in.

“Do I pay you to stand around all day looking at a baby? Get back to work!” He slammed his office door, which woke Patrick up. As he started to cry, Vixey took him from Enos and marched into Boss’s office. “Boss, just because you’re in a bad mood doesn’t mean you can take it out on an innocent baby and his mother who is very irritated because she hasn’t had much sleep in 3 months. Now if I were you, I’d calm myself down before you hurt yourself.” She took a deep breath and found that she felt better. “Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system would you like to hold your nephew?” He opened his mouth to say no, but closed it when he saw Patrick reaching for him. Vixey smiled and handed him the baby. Patrick looked up at Boss and cooed. Boss smiled, “well he didn’t turn out to bad for being Roscoe’s.”

“Now Boss, that’s not fair. Roscoe’s pretty smart when it counts. He figured out how to put the crib together.”

“Well that was one thing. Is he a good daddy?”

“Of course he is.”

“But?”

“No buts, well maybe one. I just feel like something’s not quite right. Like someone’s in trouble or something.”

“That’s just nonsense you’re talking. Everything’s fine.”

“Boss, can I talk you about something?”

“I thought we were talking.”

“Well this is kinda personal. When you involve Roscoe in some of your schemes I know sometimes they get kind of dangerous. Roscoe’s got a family now and I don’t want anything to happen to him. So, next time you cook up one of your plans, just keep that in mind and try not to get Roscoe in such a dangerous position.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“Thanks.” He handed Patrick back to her and sat back in his chair. As she sat down at her desk, the phone rang. “Hazzard County sheriff’s office? This is she.” Roscoe listened carefully. He hoped it wasn’t Paul.

She smiled as she recognized the voice. “I don’t believe it. How are you? Oh I’m fine. I’m married and we have a 3-month-old son. Yeah, uh huh that will be great. See you later then. Yeah I should be here. Okay, bye.” She smiled at Roscoe who looked very confused.

“Who was that?”

“An old friend I haven’t seen in 6 years. He’s coming this afternoon. You’ll meet him when he gets here.” He didn’t like the way she said old friend. He wondered who it could be. He thought he had met all her friends at the barbeque.
Later that day, Vixey was in stitches waiting for her friend. As she looked up from her paperwork, she heard an engine cut off. It sounded like a motorcycle. Roscoe looked up with interest. As the door opened, it revealed a man in his late forties with gray hair. He was wearing a battered old baseball hat, faded blue jeans and a blue shirt. He had a huge grin on his face.

“There’s my girl!” He strode over, picked her up and swung her around in a huge bear hug. Vixey also had a big stupid grin on her face.

“It’s been too long Quint.”

“You got that right. I got a surprise for ya.”

“Not more shark jaws I hope.”

“Nah,” he turned to the door, “come on in.”

As Roscoe looked at the door, a blondish brown haired woman in her late twenties walked in. She was wearing a red tube top and red leather shorts.

Vixey gasped. “Jayde, is that you?”

“No, I have a twin, of course it’s me.”

“I thought I heard that old Harley pull up.” Vixey stepped forward to hug them both.

Jayde got right to the point. “So where’s this husband and kid of yours?”

Roscoe stepped forward. “I’m her husband and our son is right there,” he pointed to the desk. Vixey picked up Patrick and handed him to Jayde. Roscoe tensed up, ready to dive to the floor in case Patrick was dropped but Vixey put her hand on his arm. “Calm down, Jayde’s been handling my kids ever since I started having them.”

“Sorry, Baby, I just don’t want anything to happen to him.”

“I know, but Jayde and Quint are like family. I mean these two nuts are the best friends a girl could have, next to her husband.”

“Well if you trust them then so do I.”

Jayde rolled her eyes. “Well great, now that we got all that fun stuff out of the way, how good of a chance is there that you’ll be able to show us around in the next ten minutes?”

“Not that good, I got 30 more minutes till I can punch out.”

“Well that bites a big one.”

“I know but I get to work with my hubby and my favorite deputy so it ain’t all bad.” She looked up as she heard the door open to see Bo and Luke walk in.

“Hey Vix, we just wanted to let you know we’ll be at the Boar’s Nest.”

“Great. Ohh, I have a great idea. Bo, Luke these are my best friends Quint and Jayde. These are two of my cousins. Why don’t you take them with you until I get off?”

“That’s a great idea,” Bo said, looking at Jayde. Vixey noticed that Bo and Jayde had an unspoken chemistry.
Meanwhile at an old cotton mill, two mean looking men were discussing their latest plans.

“So, Jack, what about the cops in this town?”

“Aw come on Moose, the sheriff’s so dumb he wont even know what hit him. He’s too busy being married for us to worry about. The way I figure, if we get in trouble, we kidnap his wife and we got the money in the bag.”

“I’ve heard about her. She’s a wild one from what I hear. So here’s what we do. At noon tomorrow, we run in, get somebody to open the vault and take the money. Then, we get us a hostage, maybe not the sheriff’s wife, but somebody that doesn’t look like they’d give us a lot of trouble.”

“Great, noon, tomorrow, we’ll be on easy street.”
That same time, Vixey was clocking out.

“Vixey, where do you think you’re going?” She turned around to see Roscoe glaring at her.

“I’m going to the Boar’s Nest to be with my friends and my family. And if you had any sense of fun, you’d clock out and go with me. Who knows, maybe we can get Daisy to watch Patrick tonight and we can have our own fun.”

Roscoe made his surprised noises that drove her crazy as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Come on Roscoe, live a little. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean we still can’t have fun. Go with me.”

“Well, ok let me clock out.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Within minutes, they were on their way, Patrick in tow. Moose and Jack were at the Boar’s Nest when they walked in.

“Hey Moose, that’s the sheriff’s wife.”

“She’s a purdy one. She looks familiar.”

“And that must be their kid. Who’d ever think that a nitwit like him could get a woman like her?”

Vixey and Roscoe sat down at the table next to their cousins. Bo, Luke, Uncle Jessie, Daisy, Jayde, Quint and Cooter were surprised to see Roscoe.

“Hey Roscoe, glad to know you can have fun with the rest of us,” Bo joked.

“Well, my wife convinced me to come.” He loved say ‘his wife’. He was proud to be married to a woman like Vixey, even though she had some weird friends and wild cousins. He was surprised to feel Vixey’s hand on his thigh. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled and continued talking. “You have no idea how much it takes to loosen him up sometimes.” Vixey looked at Jayde. Jayde at the moment was all but sitting in Bo’s lap. Bo couldn’t be happier.
Later, Jayde and Bo went for a ride on Jayde’s Harley Davidson. He was surprised to see a woman riding a heavy bike like this. Vixey had gotten Daisy and Uncle Jessie to watch Patrick and Bo suspected that they were parked in Skunk Hollow. As they rode by, Bo’s feelings were confirmed by Vixey’s caddy turning down the road that led to Skunk Hollow. Jayde also noticed it and shook her head and grinned. “I swear even marriage doesn’t change her wild ways.”

“She always this wild?”

“Sometimes wilder. I remember one Halloween she dressed up as a black cat. We went club hopping and by the end of the night she had about 30 phone numbers and the key to one guy’s apartment. She sent it back though. She was wild, but she wasn’t a slut, well much of one.”

“That’s my cousin.”
Vixey and Roscoe sat in the back seat. Roscoe had his arm around her and she was slowly falling asleep. They were listening to the radio and their close proximity made it hard for Roscoe to keep his mind on the music.

“Vixey?”

“Hmm.”

“How many more kids you want?”

“‘Bout a million,” she replied sleepily.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Yeah, let’s have about five or so.”

“Ok, Vixey?”

“Hmm.”

“Why did you marry me?”

She sat up and looked into his eyes. “Cause I love you, you nut.” His next thought was lost as he felt his wife’s lips on his. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Vixey’s waist as the rest of the world was forgotten.
Hours later, Vixey looked at her watch. It was getting late and they had to be at work in the morning. Roscoe had fallen asleep in the backseat so she carefully slipped into the front and started the motor. She smiled as she headed towards home. She hadn’t expected marriage this soon after Paul but Roscoe completed her. She wondered why he’d had asked her reasons for marrying him. It didn’t bother her that he was no Einstein; she loved his little dimwit moments. And she was the only one who thought his laugh wasn’t annoying. As she turned down their driveway, she wondered if she was going to have to carry Roscoe in the house or just leave him in the car. She knew how sound a sleeper he was. She carefully picked him up the way he had on their wedding night and entered the house. There was no sign of Jayde but Quint was snoring on the sofa. She was glad to have him around when she was feeling so uneasy. As she laid Roscoe down on the bed, he mumbled something in his sleep and pulled her down to the bed. Chuckling softly to herself she carefully wriggled out of his arms and pulled his uniform off, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers. She hung his hat on the bedpost and went in the den to call Daisy. Uncle Jessie answered.

“Did you have a nice evening Vixey?”

“I sure did Uncle Jessie.”

“Really?”

“Lets put it this way, I had to carry Roscoe in the house and put him to bed. He is conked out.”

She could hear him laughing. “Here’s Daisy.”

“Hey cuz.”

“Hey Daisy, how’s my little man?”

“He’s out like a light.”

“Just like his old man.”

“Had a good time did we?”

“You could say that. Are Jayde and Bo still out?”

“Yep.”

“Well tell Jayde to call me when they do get in.”

“If I’m awake I will.”

“Ok and thanks for taking care of Patrick for me.”

“No problem, he’s an angel.”

“I know, well goodnight Daisy.”

“Goodnight Vixey.”

She hung up the phone and looked around for something to do. She wasn’t sleepy yet and she was a little hungry besides. She went to the fridge and found a turkey sandwich that she hade made yesterday and got to occupied to eat. “Whazzat?” She head Quint sleepily say. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was just resting my eyes.”

“Yeah sure you were.”

“Where’s Jayde?”

“Still out with my cousin.”

“Where’s Roscoe?”

“Asleep.”

“Good then we have time to talk.”

“About what?”

“I have two ex-friends coming this way to rob the bank. They wanted me to join in but I don’t do that sort of thing so I told them no. That’s when they came after me. I found Jayde and we came here to see you, and to warn you. I saw them in town this morning and at the Boar’s Nest later. I’m afraid they might hurt you.”

“How do they know me?”

“Remember Jack and Moose?”

“Oh no, them?”

“Yeah.”

“I though I recognized them. Jack used to ask me out every week.”

“I remember that. You remember when they robbed that jewelry store and Jack dropped his wallet and went to the police to claim it?”

She collapsed in a fit of giggles. “Talk about stupid. Roscoe would love to hear that one.”

“Yeah, you’d better get to bed.”

“I’m waiting to hear from Jayde.”

“I’ll wait up for her. I’m not sleepy anyway.”

“No I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“I don’t sleep well the first night in a new place, you know that.”

“Me neither. Well ok. Goodnight Quint.”

“Night Vix.” He sighed as he watched her go down the hall. Roscoe was a lucky man, he thought to himself.
As Vixey slid under to sheets next to her husband, he groaned and rolled over, his arm curling around her waist and pulling her closer.

“You sleepy?”

“No, you?”

“I was, but now I just want to hold you.”

“I love you Roscoe.”

“I love you too Vixey.” As they drifted off to sleep, Vixey thought about what Quint had said.
The next morning, Jack and Moose had moved their plan up to 9am, opening time. As Vixey walked down the street towards the post office, she head the bank’s alarm and saw two men running out with big sacks. She guessed what had happened and started running toward the sheriff’s office to tell Roscoe. As Jack drove away, Moose told him to get next to the curb so he could grab a running red head. Carefully, Jack drove up beside the curb and Moose jumped out and pounced on Vixey.

“Get you hands off of me. Help!” She tried kicking him with her heels but he pinned her legs and arms and drug her to the awaiting van. Cooter saw the whole thing and got on the CB to tell the boys and Roscoe. By the time Roscoe got outside, he caught a glimpse of the van but couldn’t get a plate number.

Meanwhile in the van, the two men had just realized who they had caught. “Vixey?”

“Moose let me go.”

“No way, I remember how good you are with your heels. I still got a scar.”

“Well you deserved it. Come on you guys, are you still robbing banks?”

“Yep,” Jack said from the front seat. They drove out of town with Roscoe in hot pursuit. Jack looked back at him nervously.

“You’d better get on the radio and tell your husband to back off or we’re gonna start shooting.”

“I don’t think so.” In one movement, she wriggled free of Moose’s grasp and kicked the back doors open. Moose came after her but she gave him a kick to the knee and jumped out of the moving vehicle. As she fell, she tucked her head into her body and rolled into the grass. She heard the squeal of the brakes and jumped up to face her would-be attacker. To her surprise, it was Roscoe.

“You ok,” he worriedly asked as he hugged her tight.

“I’m ok, I just need some air.”

“Ok,” he said still hugging her.

“Roscoe, let go I cant breathe.” He finally let go enough for her to suck in deep breaths.

“I was afraid I was gonna lose you.”

“Not with those two around.”

“You know them?”

“Unfortunately yes. One of them used to go out with Jayde. They’ve been robbing banks for 10 years now and haven’t got any better.”

Roscoe giggled his sexy giggle. “Well now what?”

“Well if I know them, they’re hanging around an abandoned building.”

“Well that’s a lot of looking to do.”

“Yeah, lets get the gang together at Cooter’s and discuss our plan.”

“Good idea.” So Vixey got on the CB and radioed Uncle Jessie who called Daisy, Who called Bo and Luke, Who called Jayde and Quint who Called Cooter, who called Enos. Daisy left Patrick with Mrs. Tindsdale and they all met up at the garage where Vixey told them the story of Moose and Jack. Jayde filled in the parts about she and Moose dating and made a face while she was telling it. Just then. Boss came in as mad as a hornet.

“You Duke boys robbed my bank!”

“No Boss,” Vixey protested, “They didn’t. Two guys named Moose and Jack did. They kidnapped me, but I got away. I’ve known them since high school and even then they were trouble.” She told them how they were suspended almost every day.

“Did you notice anything about the van,” Bo asked.

“Well, not really, just this flower that I found in the back.” Vixey showed then the purple and red flower that she had found.

“That’s a rare Violet rose,” Enos pointed out, “And they only grow one place in Hazzard. The old grits mill on Catfish Creek Road. Let’s go.”

“Not me,” Roscoe started, “Me and Vixey are gonna stay here.”

Vixey gave him and angry look. “Says who?”

He looked at her in surprise. “You mean you wanna go after them?”

“OF course. Now what are we waiting for?”
So they all headed after Jack and Moose, who were back at their hideout counting up their money. Meanwhile, the Posse was closing in on our bumbling bank robbers.
“Well Moose, I guess we better pack up and move to the next town.”

“I still want to see Jayde.”

“Well we ain’t got time for romance.” Jack looked outside and saw the cars driving up. “We got company, but how’d they find us so fast?”

“I dunno.”

“You didn’t tell Vixey anything did ya?”

“Nope, not a word.”

“Well let’s figure it out later.” They hurriedly packed up the money and jumped into the van. To their surprise, it didn’t start.

“What’s going on?” Jack sputtered as the engine coughed.

“Looking for this,” Came a familiar voice. Vixey stepped out from behind a tree holding what Moose recognized as the distributor cap.

“I don’t think you’ll get anywhere fast without this.” Moose started for her, but he tripped. Looking at his feet, he saw that his shoelaces were tied together and Jayde was standing behind him laughing her head off.

“Looks like you fell for it again.”

“Hey Jayde.”

“Don’t you hey Jayde me after you tried to kidnap my best friend.”

“Oh I was just kidding.” Bo had caught up with Jack, who had made a run for it when Moose had tripped.
Well the State Police came and took Moose and Jack to jail. Vixey said that they could write to her if they behaved themselves. Jayde and Quint decided to stay for a while since Jayde and Bo were getting closer and Quint wanted to be a godfather to Patrick. And Vixey and Roscoe went back to being themselves, two opposites completely in love with each other.

A Hazzard Wedding

by: Vixey

Hazzard’s finest gets married.

Well, the big day had arrived. Roscoe and Vixey’s wedding. All of Hazzard was coming out for the biggest event since the day that Boss had to tell the truth. No body believed either one would happen. I have a feeling that this day is going to go perfectly.

February 14, 11:30 am

Vixey was nervous and Daisy and the boys coming in the check on her every five minutes was not doing her any good. Today had started out a disaster. Her parents were stuck in France, her brother Mark’s wife was having a baby and Richard was in the hospital for a broken leg and as for her sister, well she couldn’t be found. Uncle Jessie was going to give her away and Daisy was going to be her maid of honor. Her best friend Jayde was supposed to be her maid of honor but she had surgery on her back and couldn’t move for three more weeks. Her wedding guests had been reduced to half of what it was supposed to be. Just then, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Who is it?”
“Sheriff Little, come out with you wedding dress on!” She opened the door and died laughing when she saw Ed in a suit and tie. She hugged him. “I’m glad you showed up.” She told him all the stuff that was going on. He looked at her and saw that she was about to cry. He reached out his arms and she stepped into them.

Meanwhile at the Coltrain residence, Momma Coltrain was more nervous that Roscoe. “Oh my baby’s getting married.”
“Now momma don’t think of it as losing a son, think of it as gaining a daughter. And you like Vixey, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, but.”
“No buts Momma and maybe in a while, you’ll be a grandma.”
“Oh Roscoe, you’re gonna be a great daddy.”

Back at the farm, Ed released Vixey and wiped away a tear. “Now come on Vixey, this is a happy time.”
“I know, I just never thought I could be in love again after Alec. Now you need to scoot and send Daisy back in here, my bra’s killing me.”
He laughed and kissed her cheek. “Good luck, I’ll see you at the church.”
A few minutes later, Daisy walked back in. “Daisy this bra is killing me, I have got to do something.” Daisy adjusted it.
“That better?”
“Yes, now if only time will go faster, I can get married.”
“Are you nervous?”
“No, well yeah, but something doesn’t feel right, as if something’s going to happen.”

The ceremony went off without a hitch, well almost. Enos misplaced the rings, Roscoe almost passed out, and Vixey tripped over the rug as she walking in. Other than that, everything went fine. They said their vows. The reception at the Boar’s Nest was perfect. They danced, they smashed cake into each other’s faces, Daisy caught the bouquet and Enos caught the garter. They spent their honeymoon in Hatchaby County. Roscoe was very nervous.

As Vixey lay next to Roscoe in the Hachaby County Hotel she couldn’t believe it. She was Mrs. Roscoe P. Coltrain. Finally she was happy. She could hear Roscoe breathing next to her. He wasn’t asleep either. She rolled over.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Our future, you know kids and stuff.”
“You wanna have kids?”
“Yep other than being a police officer, being a husband and Daddy was my biggest dreams.”
“I know what you mean. When I became a Mom, it was like I had waited my whole life for it and when I got divorced I felt the same way. It was like I had been set free from a lifetime sentence in jail. But this time around I know this marriage will work. Let’s make a promise. Let’s promise never to go to bed angry.”
“I promise.”
“Prove it. Let’s pretend I’m mad, what are you going to do about it?”
He thought he did a good job of proving it.

March 17. 10:00 pm

Daisy was worried. The boys thought that asking Vixey to go with them to meet their probation officer in Atlanta would be a good idea but in the middle of things, Vixey had fainted. Now, as they waited in the waiting room of Atlanta hospital, they weren’t so sure. They all stood up as the doctor came out of the examining room.
Luke was the first to speak up. “Doc is she going to be okay?”
The Doctor smiled. “She’s going to be fine as soon as she gets something to eat. She told me she had been complaining of nausea?”
“And she said she was dizzy the other day,” Daisy added.
“Well why don’t we join her in the examining room.”
Vixey was sitting on the table looking very pale. Uncle Jessie put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay, is there anything we can do?”
She nodded weekly. “Just make the room stop spinning.” A nurse brought in her file and handed it to the doctor. As he looked at it, a smile crept across his face.
“Well, you are perfectly healthy, for a pregnant woman.”
“Wait a minute, say that again, a pregnant-, you mean I’m-? Doc, on the piece of paper does it actually say that I’m pregnant?” “Yep, right there.” It did indeed say she was pregnant. She calculated in her head. That would mean it was conceived on their honeymoon. So she was a month along. She barely heard her cousins as they congratulated her. “Doc may I have a copy of that to show my husband cause he is not gonna believe it.”
“Of course and I’ll get your release papers too.” She didn’t know how she was gonna tell Roscoe.
Bo looked at her. “How are you gonna tell Roscoe?”
“Well by the time we get back into Hazzard, he’ll probably be at Speed Trap #3 so I guess we’ll have to speed to get his attention.” She said with a grin. “Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you won’t get a ticket.” As they made their way into Hazzard, sure enough, Roscoe was where Vixey thought her would be.
“Well, ya’ll wish me luck.” She said as they pulled over. Vixey climbed out of the car and went over to Roscoe before he even had a chance to get out. “Get out, we gotta talk.”
‘Uh-oh,’ he thought, ‘what did I do now?’ “What’s on your mind sugar pie?”
She thrust the paper in his face. “This.”
“Honest baby I’ve never seen it before in my life.”
” I know that’s because I just got it a while ago. Read that.”
Mumbling, he read over the medical mumbo-jumbo until he got to a word he recognized. “Pregnant, you?”
She nodded.
“Yee-Haw” He yelled. He bent her over backwards and kissed her.
“We knew we’d get your attention if we went through the speed trap, Daisy giggled.
Roscoe looked at Vixey. “Who else knows?”
“Just us baby, but as soon as we got to the Boar’s Nest, everybody.”
Roscoe smiled. “You know, I do have to meet Boss up there. We can announce it after we’ve told Enos, Lulu and Boss.” Just then Enos sped past them, chasing a speeder. Vixey called him on the CB. “This is Red Fox to Deputy Enos Strait. When you get done with that guy come back here, Roscoe and I want to talk to ya.”
” 10-4 Vixey I’ll be back in a few. I’m gone.” A few minutes later, Enos came back up the road and pulled up beside the General. “What’s up ya’ll?” Vixey and Roscoe had sheepish grins on their faces. They would look at each other and then laugh. Finally Bo couldn’t stand it. “Would you two cut it out and tell him already?” Vixey told him. Enos just stood there a minute and then a huge grin came across his face.
“Well possum on a gum bush, I don’t believe it.” Vixey shook her head and leaned against Roscoe who put his arm around her waist. Then she looked at the boys. “Why don’t one of you two get on the CB and tell Cooter to meet us at the Boar’s Nest and Roscoe you can call Lulu and tell her the same. That way we’ll have all our friends and family there and whoever’s left well everyone there will tell them.”
So the boys and Roscoe did what Vixey asked and they all agreed to meet up at the Boar’s Nest. When they got there, Roscoe went back to the office and told Boss. He was very excited. He called Lulu who was likewise very excited. Finally a nephew she could trust. They left the office and went to the bar. Roscoe shot his gun into the air. A piece of ceiling fell on him but he didn’t notice. Everyone hushed. “I have something to say. Vixey is expecting.” The crowd cheered as he kissed her in front of everyone.

September 15 9:00am

As Vixey parked in front of the Police Station, she remembered when she was pregnant with Lilly and had trouble getting in and out of cars. She was showing now and everyone in Hazzard took great delight in coming up to her on the street and feeling her stomach. Doc Appleby told her on her last appointment that the baby should start kicking, but she knew that already. Lilly had started a month earlier kicking, like Paul could care less. Enos was the only one who hadn’t felt her stomach yet. As she walked in, she noticed that Roscoe wasn’t there. Enos looked up from his desk at her. She gave him a questionable look as she jerked her head in the direction of Roscoe’s office. “Oh Vixey, he’s at Speed Trap #2.”
“Ok that’s good, he better get his sleep while he can.” Enos laughed at her joke, but stifled it as Roscoe walked in looking very irritated.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” As he walked in his office, he slammed the door.
Vixey made a face. “It must be a real big nothing. I’ll go see what it is.” She walked into his office and sat on his desk. “Okay, what happened and don’t tell me nothing.”
“Vixey I’m worried. What kind of kid will we be raising around Boss, I mean I’m always in on his schemes and what kind of father will I be if our baby finds out?”
She smiled and scooted down until she was in his lap. She put he arms around his neck. “You’ll be the kind of father who is trying to make his families life a little bit better. You act like you’re the first person to do something illegal to make a better life.” She sighed, as she was about to tell him something that she never told anyone. “When I lived in New York, sometimes money got tight and one time, I had just been fired for not sleeping with the boss. I couldn’t do anything about it and I couldn’t find a job, but I had my kids to feed. So, I became a stripper. It was just until things picked up and I could pay a few bills. It was illegal then and I worked at an underground club. It got me enough money until I could get a real job.” She sighed. He could tell that she never wanted that to come to light, but she told him to make him feel better. Then she winced and put her hand to her stomach.
“Roscoe feel this.” She took his hand and held it to her stomach. He could feel the baby kicking. Then Boss walked in and saw her in his lap with his hand on her stomach. “Am I interrupting something?”
Vixey smiled. “Boss come over here and say hello to you niece or nephew. It’s kicking its little heart out.”
“You know it kind of makes me sad that Lulu and I never had any children but it does me good to see my brother in law so happy.” He walked out. By the end of the day, all of her family and most of her friends had felt the baby.

11:00 pm

As Roscoe tried to fall asleep that night, he heard Vixey get up. He thought maybe she was just going to the bathroom, but after a little while she didn’t come back and he got up to check on her. She was laying on the sofa reading a book and drinking a glass of pineapple juice. She looked surprised to see him up. “Did I wake you?”
“No, I was up when you got up. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing just can’t sleep. Figured I’d read a book since that’s about the only thing I’m good for anymore.”
He sighed. The doc told him she would have mood swings and he would be better off if he humored her. “No baby, you’re good for a lot of things.” He gave her a mischievous grin.
“You’re just saying that because you’re a man.” She stopped herself. “Baby, I’m sorry, it’s just that these hormones are driving me nuts. You think its bad now, wait till I give birth. You’re gonna hear words from me that you didn’t even know I knew.”
He laughed.
“It’s not funny and when the big pains hit don’t be within reach. You’d be surprised what I would grab.” He just shook his head. “So you can’t sleep? Well I know a perfect way to put you to sleep.” She gave him a devilish grin. “Show me.” He did.

November 10, 9:00 am

Enos thought Vixey looked tired as she walked in that morning. “You okay Vixey?”
“I just feel weird today, Enos. It’s almost like the morning I gave birth to Lilly. I’m feeling good enough to work though. Roscoe in?”
“Yes but he’s on patrol.”

On the other side of town, Paul watched Roscoe drive by. He had thought of a plan to really get Vixey back for what happened last time. He knew she was pregnant but he didn’t know how long. It didn’t matter. Once he put his plan into action, any dreams she had already made would be gone, along with her unborn child. He headed toward the Duke’s farm.

Vixey was nervous. Something wasn’t right and she could sense it. She wished Roscoe would come back. How long did it take for him to drive around town anyway? Enos noticed that she was distracted. “Something wrong?”
“I don’t know I just feel like something’s going to happen.”

Meanwhile, back at the farm something was happening. Paul had Uncle Jessie and Daisy at gunpoint. The boys were off somewhere mending a fence for a neighbor, so Paul knew that he had to act fast. “Okay old man, if you ever want to see this pretty little thing again you’ll tell that slut of an Ex-wife of mine to meet me at Bear Canyon alone.” He grabbed Daisy and ran out the door. He shot out the jeeps and the truck’s tire and sped away. Jessie got on the CB and relayed the message to Vixey, and the boys. Vixey called Roscoe and told him the story. They all agreed to meet at Cooter’s. Vixey was leaning against Roscoe when the boys got there. Luke looked at her and saw that she didn’t feel good.
“Vixey what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, let’s just concentrate on getting Daisy back unharmed.”
Roscoe looked at her. “Vixey I am not going to let you confront him alone, especially in your condition.”
She smiled weakly. “Don’t worry about us,” she said as she patted her extended stomach, “We’ll be fine, but he might hurt Daisy. I have to go.”

12:00pm

She got into her car and sped off toward Bear Canton. When she got there, she saw Paul holding Daisy at gunpoint. “Okay, Paul I’m here, you can let her go.’ He noticed how pregnant she was. “Well, well look at you. Carrying the idiot’s offspring. You’re braver that I thought.” He threw Daisy to one side as he walked toward Vixey.
“Run Daisy,” Vixey screamed as she ran the other way into the woods. Daisy ran toward Vixey’s car and saw Roscoe and the boys pulling up.
“You gotta go help Vixey, Paul’s chasing her through the woods and he’s got a gun!” Uncle Jessie held her as Roscoe and the boys went up the hill towards the woods.
Vixey was hiding in a bush, where she hoped she be safe. Then, out of nowhere her water broke. “Oh god, not now.” Carefully, she peeked out of the bush and saw Paul coming her way. She quickly ducked down again as he passed by. She hoped he didn’t see her and he made no motions that he did. He walked further and further in the woods until she could no longer see him. She breathed a sigh of relief.
“GOTCHA!” Paul yelled. She screamed and kicked him in the groin and ran in the direction of her car. She ran smack into Bo and screamed again. “Whoa, hold on now. It’s just me. Why are you all wet?”
“My water broke; I’m going into labor. Is Daisy okay?”
“She’s fine but we got to get you somewhere safe. Can you hold it til we can get to the hospital?”
” I don’t know but I’ll try.” She grabbed her stomach as a pain seared through her body. “I don’t think I can make it.” He brought her back to Uncle Jessie and Daisy and then went after Paul. He saw Roscoe on the way up and told him where Vixey was. He immediately ran to her side.
“Jessie, we got to get her somewhere safe so she can have this baby. There’s an abandon barn not too far from here.”
Vixey sat up. “Roscoe Purvis Coltrain I am NOT having our child in a barn.” He knew she meant it. She never used his whole name unless she was really steamed.
Jessie put his hand on her shoulder. “Vixey can you make it to the farm?”
“I think so,” she said between pains. “Roscoe, I want you with me.” He glanced toward the woods. “Call Enos and tell him to get over here. They can handle it.” He nodded and helped her into the car. Jessie drove Roscoe’s patrol car, while he drove Vixey’s caddy. Daisy rode with Vixey and tried to get her to remember her Lamaze classes they had attended in Atlanta. Roscoe called Enos on the CB and told him to get his scrawny tail up here.

Back in the woods, Paul was still looking for Vixey, but who he found was Luke. “Hold it right there plowboy, where’s Vixey?” “Where you won’t get her. Now put down your gun and go to jail quietly.”
“Yeah, right, like I’m that stupid. I want Vixey and I want her now!” He pointed his gun at Luke and started to pull the trigger. Then Bo jumped out of a tree above him and tackled him to the ground. Enos arrived just in time to put the handcuffs on him and take him to jail. Bo rode with him to make sure that Paul wouldn’t give him any trouble.

2:00pm.

Back at the farm; Roscoe had long since fled the room after Vixey had threatened to cut off anything she could grab and succeeded in pulling out a handful of chest hair when he got too close. Daisy was holding her hand and wiping her forehead with a wet rag. Bo and Luke came in an hour later after the State Police had taken Paul away and gotten both their statements. An officer had followed then to get Vixey’s, Roscoe’s and Daisy’s statements as well, but left quickly when they heard that she was giving birth.

5:00pm.

The door to the bedroom opened and Uncle Jessie came out. “Congratulations Roscoe, it’s a boy.” Roscoe felt like he was going to explode with happiness as he walked into the room and saw Vixey holding his son. Daisy hugged him and left the room. He sat on the bed and kissed his wife, then his son.
“Hey.”
“Hey, well that was fun.”
“Any ideas on a name?”
“How about Patrick? Shawn Patrick Coltrain?”
“Sounds great, named for anyone in particular?”
“My grandpa. He was Irish.” Then the rest of the Family walked in. Vixey smiled as Roscoe held him. “Come meet our son, Shawn Patrick Coltrain.”
“What are you going to call him,” Bo asked. “Patrick,” they both said then laughed.
On their way to the hospital, Roscoe looked at his family and smiled. His dream had finally come true.

Well don’t that beat all? I wonder how this kid is gonna turn out? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Fourth of July

by: Vixey

The Fourth of July brings friends together.
It was the day before The Fourth of July and Roscoe as usual was confused about Vixey. It had been eight months since she had arrived in Hazzard and she was zipping around the office like a bee gathering honey. She was getting lots of phone calls and getting Boss madder with each one. Let’s just see what happens.
Vixey was in her own little world thinking about this weekend and all the things she had to do before the fourth. Not noticing Boss’s mood, she kept answering phones and writing things down in a little book. Finally he couldn’t stand it. Turning to Roscoe, he blustered, “Roscoe you better find out what’s going on with that woman of yours.”
“I know exactly what you mean Boss, she’s been on a cleaning spree for weeks now and its having an effect on our social life.” He walked over to Vixey’s desk where she was going through papers and humming one of her songs. He cleared his throat several times before she looked up.
“What?”
“Boss and I both want to know what’s been going on with you these past weeks.”
She smiled, shoot. With all the goings on I forgot to tell ya’ll about the fourth.”
She stood up. “Roscoe, Enos, Boss, I want to invite ya’ll to my Fourth of July party. Lulu’s invited too of course. There’s going to be food, music, and lots of people. I’m expecting anywhere from 50 to 200 people this year. That is of course if they all show up.”
“50 to 200! They’re aren’t that many people in Hazzard,” Enos exclaimed.
Roscoe could see that Vixey was greatly amused. “Who all’s coming?”
“Most of them are friends and family. My cousins of course, ya’ll hopefully, my brothers and their wives, my sister and her flavor of the month, my parents, and my grandma Fox.”
The phone rang and Vixey went to answer it. “Hazzard County Sheriff’s Office.” By the look on face, it was clear she recognized the voice. “Hey there, so you coming this year or am I gonna have to drag your skinny butt down here?” She laughed at the answer. “Great bring him too. You know what my mom always says, ‘the more the merrier’. “Umm I don’t know what do you want to bring? Well Dad’s bringing the meat, you know hot dogs and burgers. I’m cooking the burgers, Quint’s cooking the hot dogs and making his famous Chili, Mom’s bringing green beans, my cousin Daisy is making potato salad, I’m making my famous caramel cake. Hmm, why don’t you bring your squash casserole? But make sure it’s in the big dish. I’m expecting our usual crowd this year. Great, oh but no alcohol this year. Mary Jo’s coming and you know how she is when she gets even one beer in her. Yeah, right, we are having our usual sleep over. I don’t know. I guess for the ones that are married, the guys can stay in my guest rooms. Ok, can’t wait to see you. Yeah, ok girl, see you this weekend. Bye.”
She hung up the phone. “That was my friend Jade. We went to high school together. We were so bad then.” She sighed, remembering her school days. She looked at Roscoe; “ We do get the fourth off, right?”
“Yeah, it’s the law.”
“I’m going to have to ask Boss about getting the fifth of July off too. If it’s gonna be like it normally is, I’m going to be too tired to work.”
Roscoe smiled, “so that’s why you’ve been acting like you have been.”
“Yeah, oh gosh, I’ve been so busy I’ve neglected us haven’t I?”
“Well,” he blushed, “yeah, but it doesn’t bother me.”
“The hell it doesn’t, I can see it on your face right now. Roscoe Purvis Coltrain don’t you lie to me!”
In the back he could hear Enos snicker. He gave him a sharp look that made Enos hush.
Vixey could see him getting madder and madder with each passing second. She had had enough. With a violent shove, she pushed Roscoe back into his chair, sat on his lap and passionately kissed him. She kissed him hard enough to lean his chair all the way back. She broke the kiss when the phone rang. She jumped up and answered it. “Hazzard County-,” she stopped, “well geeze don’t even let me finish. Who are you calling a beanpole? I’m gonna beanpole you if you don’t show up this weekend. That’s my baby brother. So Richard is Danielle coming too? Great, you’re kidding. Well it looks like you Beat Mark at it.” She laughed. “Ok bro, see ya this weekend. Uh-huh love you too, bye. Guess what? I’m gonna be and aunt.”
Roscoe was still recovering form the kiss. Enos grinned, “that’s great Vixey. All Roscoe could do was give her a thumbs up. She laughed. She liked having that effect on people.
As quitting time rolled around, Vixey had had all of her guests call with their answer. Well, except for Justin. Justin McCloud lived in the small town of Frog’s Mouth, Kentucky. She hadn’t heard from him since she moved to Hazzard, eight months ago. He had called the night before she left, wishing her good luck and promising to keep in touch. She figured something was wrong. Her godson Charley, who was a good friend of Justin’s, hadn’t heard from him either. She was worried. She got Maybel on the phone. “Maybel, this is Vixey over at the sheriff’s office. Could you give me the operator in Frog’s Mouth, Kentucky? Thanks.” It took awhile to connect and Roscoe could see she was very nervous. Finally she connected. This is Vixey Fox in Hazzard, Georgia. Could you connect me to Justin McCloud? Yes, he lives on Blue bay road at the old Murphy place. Thanks.” She saw Roscoe looking at her again. She winked at him. She heard Justin come on the line. “Hey stranger, I’m glad to hear that you’re still alive. Well you promised to keep in touch and I though you’d dropped off the face of the earth. Very funny, everyone’s a comedian today. So are you gonna make it? To what? To my party this weekend, don’t tell me you forgot? Sometimes I swear you’re going senile on me. Ok well can’t wait to see you. Same time. Yeah fudge brownie pie. With you, 140 people. Ok see you this weekend. Bye.”
Enos gasped. “140 people?”
She nodded, yep, 15 are family, ya’ll and Cooter make 20 and the rest are friends. 55 of those are girls.15 of those girls are spending the night with me.5 of the 15 are married so their husbands are staying in the guest rooms. The sixty five others are men that are good friends.” Roscoe looked jealous. “You have more male friends that female friends?”
She nodded, “yes, I don’t know why I prefer men as friends, I just do. I guess because women tend to get over emotional at the drop of a hat and men keep their cool in most situations. Hey it’s five o’clock, time to go home. I’ve got a million things to do before tomorrow. See ya’ll there. She grabbed her purse, locked her drawer, kissed Roscoe, and ran to her car. As they heard her peel away, Roscoe turned to Enos. “Can I talk to you?”
“Sure Sheriff, what about?”
“It’s Vixey. We’ve been seeing each other for eight months and I feel so different. I don’t know what I should do.”
“Well sheriff, if it were me and Vixey were Daisy I’d be happier that a hog in mud. It’s obvious that you love her. I’d show her somehow.”
“You’re right. I’ve been doing some serious thinking about us and I need to make decision. Thanks Enos.” He put on his hat, punched out and left.
Meanwhile back at her farm, Vixey was busy getting the house ready for her party. She was still at it at midnight, when Roscoe drove by. Debating whether to stop, he finally pulled in her driveway. Hearing a car pull up, she grabbed an old, dented baseball bat. It was the same one she had used on Paul. On time when he made a run her when she was pregnant with Lilly. She heard a knock on the door. “Who-who is it?”
“ It’s your ever-loving sheriff,” he chuckled. She unlocked to door and cracked it just a bit and peered out. Seeing his handsome face, she opened the door. Looking at the bat, he smiled. “Expecting someone?”
Putting the bat down, she offered him a seat. “Well at midnight, you never know.”
“That reminds me,” he said grinning, “ I owe you something. He took her in his arms and put that kiss she had given him earlier to shame. When they were finished, he could see that she was the one who was doing the blushing. Then she gave him a confused look. “What in the world are you doing out this time of night?”
“Thinking.”
“About what?”
“Stuff. Mostly us.”
She raised her eyebrow, “oh really and what pray tell is my sexy sheriff thinking?”
“Nothing too naughty but mostly how happy I am.”
She giggled, and then yawned. “ As much as I’d love for you to spend the night, I’m sure Momma Coltrain would kill us both.”
He nodded, “Oh yeah. I guess I’d better go to sleep.”
“Me too.”
He got up, kissed her again, and left. She closed the door behind him. He heard the lock click as he stepped off the porch. They both mad their way to bed.
The next day looked promising as people started to arrive. Mom and dad were the first to arrive. Then Mark and Rachel, Dixie and Peter, Uncle Max and Aunt Louise, Grammy Fox and finally Richard followed by a very pregnant Danielle. As the family hugged hello and caught up, Vixey put the food in the oven to keep warm. An hour later with the rest of the guests accounted for, except for Justin, and the Dukes, and Cooter arriving and meeting everyone, Roscoe pulled up. Vixey was in the kitchen, baking her cake. As she was pulling the pan out of the oven, the cake shifted and she burned her hand. “Damn!”
She quickly put it under the faucet. Roscoe stepped forward and kissed her so that she forgot the burn. Just then, her mom and Dixie walked in. Vixey opened her eyes and then nudged Roscoe. “Umm Mom, sis, I didn’t see you come in!” Her sister laughed.
“Obviously. So I take it that this is your cop boyfriend we’re heard so much about.”
Roscoe grinned, “ been talking about me have you?”
She smiled and nodded. Wiping the smeared lipstick off of his face, she introduced them.
Her father walked in. Looking at Simon, he realized how Vixey got to be so tall. Lilly ran in the kitchen. “Nana, Poppy! Simon picked up the 5 year old and gave her a wet kiss on her cheek. “EEEW Poppy! She squirmed out of Simon’s arms and ran to Dixie, who scooped her up and took her to see Danielle’s swollen belly. Vixey smiled as she heard Lilly ask all kinds of questions. Just then, Roscoe saw a tall Blonde haired teenager walk through the door. Vixey didn’t see him. He came up behind Vixey. “Anybody missing a son?” Vixey jumped, and turned around. Her face lit up as the young mad hugged her and picked her up. “Matthew put me down,” she said laughing. He spun her around before putting her down. She saw Roscoe’s confused look. “Oh gosh, Matthew, this is my boyfriend Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrain. Roscoe, this is Matthew Rogers, my son.” Roscoe’s jaw dropped, the boy couldn’t be less that 15 or 16. “I was 13 when I was raped at a school dance. Uncle Max and Aunt Louise didn’t want me to keep him but Mom and Dad didn’t want one of our blood being raised by strangers, so kept him.”
“Wait just a purple pea-picking minute,” he started, “you were 13?”
She nodded. “That means he’s 20”
Just then Justin showed up. Vixey rushed out to greet him. He noticed she was upset. She told him the whole story. As he hugged her, she could see the scars that fire had inflicted on him. That combined with his graying hair and a few more wrinkles made him look a lot older that he actually was. She introduced him to her cousins and Roscoe. Then made her way the makeshift platform that Bo and Luke had built for her. She picked up the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to start off by welcoming you to 23 annual Fox Family Fourth of July Party. Ok we’ll start with announcements. First of all, my sister-in-law, Danielle, ate a watermelon whole.” The crowd laughed. “Just kidding, she’s 6 months pregnant. Second of all this year’s turn out is better than last year’s. Last year we had 30 people, this year, we have 146. That includes my son, Matthew who has been stuck in a hole for the past 3 years, at college. Any other announcements?”
Roscoe stepped up. Looking surprised, Vixey handed him the mike.
I would like to ask you, Vixey Roxanna Fox, in front of all your friends and family.” He dropped to one knee. “Will you marry me?”
Vixey put her hand over her mouth in shock. He placed a blue topaz ring on her finger.
She smiled down at him and in a soft voice said, “of course I will.”
As they kissed, the crowd erupted into cheers, whistles and clapping. They all sat down to a scrumptious banquet with hot dogs, hamburgers, barbequed ribs, chili, potato salad, corn on the cob, green beans, squash casserole, fudge brownie pie and caramel cake. As the last of the food was eaten or out away, the last dish wash washed and the last guest that wasn’t staying the night left, Vixey gazed at her engagement ring and then at Roscoe. Then she looked at Roscoe’s cute butt. He caught her looking and grinned. As the girls that were staying found their places and laid out their sleeping bags, Vixey and Roscoe walked onto the porch. He sighed. “When we get married, are you gonna invite all those people?”
“I don’t know, most of them are very close friends and I would hate to leave them out. Bit if I had to I would choose.”
“ I won’t make you choose. She kissed him, shooed him to his car, closed and locked the door, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Wowie folks, Vixey sure does know how to throw a party. Looks like we’re gonna have a wedding soon. Keep your fingers crossed.