by: Kristy Duke

Listening into the heavy silence that hangs within the warm cab of my truck, I quietly glance over at Bo who sits in the passenger seat with his right leg extended far under the dashboard. His head rests back against the back window as he quietly stares out through the passenger window, lost in his own thoughts, his own worries. For a moment, I watch his thin chest heave in and out under his red t-shirt while listening to his audible wheezing before I redirect my attention back through the front windshield. Staring ahead and listening into the silence, I am left with my own thoughts, my own emotions that revolve around Bo and the last month or month and a  half. Only to force myself to begin to wonder once more what I could have done to prevented all of this to happen; to Bo and to everyone. If I hadn’t allowed Shawn to stay at the farm while he was in Hazzard, would he have been so bold as to hide his dirty money in our barn? If not, Bo wouldn’t have been his witness to hiding the money. Would Shawn and his gang have left Hazzard by now, leaving no harm upon us?

Shawn targeting Cooter and Luke as his cover from the law, would bring them within the realms of being a witness to Shawn. Even if they didn’t know anything, Shawn and Landon couldn’t leave Hazzard with the question of what if they knew something. Whether Shawn had known or not, Landon had entered into Hazzard knowing he’d have to kill Luke and Cooter once they were of no use to Shawn and his gang. Only Bo had gotten in the way when he saw Shawn hiding the money to shift their attention upon him to shove Luke into the shadows of their attention with thoughts of killing him once they took care of Bo.

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by: Kristy Duke

Sitting on the floor behind the driver’s seat of the stolen van, Landon finds himself smiling in disbelief at the luck that had helped him and his gang escape from the hick jail. Luck that the local deputy acted as slow and as dumb as he looked. His plan wouldn’t have worked at the state pen or any other jail that was manned by competent and wise lawman, but they weren’t at the pen as of yet nor were they at any other jail. They were in the Hazzard County jail where the law seemed to have a hard time walking on their own two feet as it was not alone to be held responsible for the hardened criminal that was in their jail. Sure, the FBI was there to give them reinforcement, which made it a little harder to manipulate the local law, but it was easy enough once they got out the deputy’s gun and out of the cell.

If that wasn’t good enough, once they locked the local lawmen and their county commissioner into their own jail cells and shot the two FBI agents, they found the pretty little woman hiding out in one of the offices upstairs. Luckily, Landon had thought of searching the upstairs once they had escaped. His first thought was to run out and steal the first car or vehicle they found, the sooner they got outside of those doors, was the better. But instinct told him to do a quick search of the upstairs and he had learned years ago, it is best to follow instincts. And during that search, he had found the woman sitting at a desk, hunched over and whispering into a black dial phone. And now, the pretty little woman is sitting behind the wheel and fearfully driving him and his gang back to their hideout. Better yet, the name plate upon the wooden desk that she had sat at and read Kristy Duke. Garrett’s older sister. He never talked about her or any of his personal life other than his dislike of Bo, but through a bug he had planted upon Garrett’s phone and  through having him followed, he knew Kristy to be his sister. The sister that he was protective of and cared for. And after what Garrett had done to him, Landon had thought it was about time someone was to pay for what he did. That someone would be Garrett himself. Of course, Kristy would soon to pay for his mistakes. After all, they don’t leave witnesses.

“Get a move on it!” he hisses and he feels her tense up through the seat and he presses the agent’s gun tighter against her thigh to hear her hiss in out of fear and perhaps a little pain. “Your brother is going to pay for his stupidity. I’m just sorry it has to be through you!’

Silence flows through the van as he steels a look out of the window and is surprised to find that they are almost to their hideout as his mind washes heavily within him of what he will do once he gets there. Deep down, he knows he should dump the girl and drive his gang out of Hazzard, get as far away from Hazzard as they could get. But he couldn’t let the hick’s brother get away with what he did to him. No one double crosses him like that and gets away with it. Landon didn’t care if it meant bringing him and his gang down once more by the FB or worse to do so.

“We’re there,” Kristy states as the van comes to a halt and Landon peers out, once more surprised to see they are there.

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