by: Kristy Duke

Stiffly climbing out of The General’s open passenger window, Shawn slowly steadies himself before he silently eyes the well worn rectangle building that lies several feet away. Staring at the old building he is once again confronted by old memories he had thought he had  long ago buried away, it all comes fleeting back to him. Focusing on the memories of the times he had spent within the four walls of the small building that lies ahead of him, for the first time, he silently ponders what was it that he had hated about Hazzard so bad. The chores on his father’s farm had been hard and was a never ending part of the farm life he had been born into, yet now after years of life in the fast lane, he has realized that is a part of life. Whether in the city or on the farm. Or had it been the slow paced life that the small farming county had produced that made him crave the fast life of Atlanta?  Whatever had been the main factor towards his hatred towards Hazzard that he had been plagued with while growing up in the small town, it all seems meaningless and inaccurate as he stares at the town building. Now he almost finds himself missing life in Hazzard with the rising wish of returning to the life he had so badly hated years ago despite the tugging knowledge that his decision of leaving Hazzard for good years ago was the only decision for him. The slow life of Hazzard would eventually eat away at him as it had so many years ago, but for now, it seems relaxing and almost therapeutic.

Taking a deep breath, Shawn takes a silent step away from Luke’s orange racing car and his cold eyes falls from the building and onto the crowded parking lot that is mostly filled with old and rusty cars and trucks. All except for the black Harley Davidson that is parked near the entrance of the bar and restaurant and the black Lincoln parked partially hidden behind a thick patch of bushes besides the building and off onto the grassy area. Fear and confusion steadily streaks through Shawn’s tense body as his thoughts instantly shoves the past behind and grabs onto the future while he struggles to grab onto the plan that had been built between him and his Atlanta friends.  Intense panic grabs a tight hold upon him at recognizing the hidden car as questions steadily rush at him, questions of why they would so boldly change their plans without warning him and what it all means.

“Hey,” an old familiar voice speaks besides him to break the air of silence that had seemed to build around him and Shawn quickly turns his attention away from the hidden vehicle to the direction the voice had came from. For a short moment, shock and surprise fills him at seeing Luke standing besides him wearing a concerned look for Shawn. “You OK, Shawn?” Luke finally asks, his worry apparent in his voice for his long-time friend. Shawn’s surprise quickly subsides as he desperately attempts to shove back the panic and fear that boils within him in attempt to hide his emotion and interest in the hidden car.

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by: MacSas

Dear Red,

It’s been three months since you left Hazzard. Three months since you left me. Well, three months since I told you to leave. I know I didn’t say the words out loud, but I sure didn’t leave much room for imagination, did I? You didn’t have to leave. I know that sounds pathetic since I gave you no reason to stay, but I kind of feel like you gave up too quick. You promised me forever, was that just a dream? Or have we reached forever already?

Daisy sighed as she re read the letter. This was the fourth time she had tried to write to Martin. She missed him desperately, yet couldn’t pluck up the courage to call him. She had thought that writing things down would help. But, no matter how she worded it, she came out sounding whiny and spoilt. Like someone had taken her prized toy away. She sighed again. Maybe that’s what she was, whiny and pathetic. Why miss the man when you didn’t want what he wanted? Or did she…

“Hey”

Daisy turned at the soft sound of Luke’s voice. He stood just inside her door, arms folded, his stance casual. She smiled at him as he walked further into the room.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Luke said, sitting on the side of her bed. He pretended not to notice as she discreetly turned over the paper she had been writing on. He knew she was writing to Martin, or trying to, again.

“What do you mean?” she asked, fiddling with the pen on her desk.

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by: MacSas

“We have some news,” Martin told the group sitting around the Duke’s kitchen table.

Assembled there, talking over coffee and a mountain of food were Luke, Daisy, Cooter and Roscoe. The four looked up as Bo closed the door behind him and Martin. The drive back to the farm had been almost silent. Neither Martin nor Bo had voiced too much about Lex, almost as if neither could believe that the man was dead. Like if this was a dream, they didn’t want to ruin it by waking up. Martin glanced at Daisy. How would she take the news? Was it that wrong to want to dance at the news of some poor souls death?

“Well?” Roscoe asked.

“Where’s Boss?” Bo interrupted.

Roscoe shrugged. “On the phone in Jesse’s room, checking to see if he gets his bail money back if Luke is let off”

Bo laughed out loud. “Good old Boss”

“The news, Bo” Daisy sighed.

“Oh, right. Well you won’t believe this…” He looked to Martin, who nodded his approval. “Lex is dead”

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by: Kristy Duke

Shawn Graham’s dark green eyes cautiously scans across the open farm land that surrounds the dusty dirt road as dark moody storm clouds sends dark shadows spreading across the green land. For a moment, he watches the darkness steadily growing before a dented forest green road sign catches his attention several feet away to awaken a rush of adrenaline to race through his numb body. “Welcome to Hazzard,” he hears himself speaking aloud, breaking the silence that had entered the car upon leaving Atlanta. “Home.” Surprise registers deeply within him as pride and excitement washes over him, pride and excitement towards returning to the place he had so eagerly left behind over twelve years ago.  Watching the old familiar sign passing by his passenger window, big droplets of rain begin to rhythmically drop from the dark threatening sky to land harshly upon his windshield, only to remind him even more of the day he had left town without looking back. It had been dark and raining as he had climbed into his old muscle car on his way to a new life full of adventure. . .

Abruptly, his thoughts of his past are interrupted by the loud shrill ring of his small black cell phone that rests tightly in it’s holster upon his belt to send his heart racing in surprise at the interruption. “Damn it,” he cusses in annoyance as he grabs the phone from his hip to reluctantly glance at the caller ID screen to send dread and guilt drowning out the excitement and pride he had momentarily felt. “Shawn,” he hesitantly replies after flipping the phone open and placing it to his ear, his thoughts swiftly changing from his innocent past to the dreaded future. “I’ve just reached Hazzard.”

“You just reached Hazzard?!” the caller hisses angrily over the phone to send chills climbing up Shawn’s back, “You told us that it would take an hour to get from here to Atlanta. . .you left an hour and a half ago!”

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by: Kristy Duke

Walking stealthily into the large living room, Liam Brock’s heart skipped a beat in a rush of excitement as he eyes the large furniture that lies scattered across the mahogany flooring. Large picture frames filled with smiling faces spread across the dark wooden walls while a large stone fire place lies directly in front of Liam.  A sense of awe rushes through his tense body as he takes in the large gold and silver ornaments that line the stone ledge that hangs over the hearth, silver and gold screaming of the wealth that lies within the large house.  “Wow,” he hears himself speak aloud to break the silence that had built between the six of them since they had entered the house only minutes ago and a couple of the others sends angry glances at him. Angry glances at him for breaking the plans of working in silence, a plan they had thoroughly planned and went through several times in the last month or so since Andre got this crazy idea.

“Get moving,” a tall broad figure snaps into Liam’s ear and Liam jumps back to find Andre standing behind him, his black nylon bag held tightly within his gloved hands. “or get out. We aren’t going to get slowed down by you.”

Liam nods as his heart slowly slows back down from the rush of surprise that Andre had thrown through him before he opens his own bag he holds onto within his own gloved hands. Moving towards the large stone fireplace, for a short moment, Liam’s thoughts flash back into the past of the poor farm he had grown up on. A  poor farm where he had been forced into working at a young age in order to survive and in order for his old man to keep his prized farm that had been handed down to him. A grin spreads across his handsome face as he grabs a gold ornament that is shaped into a tall angel and places it carefully into his bag. A grin of pride at getting out of his old hick town and out of the farm when he had and at becoming who he has became as he his mind flashes forward of the riches they will withhold when they exit the mansion and return to their own hideout.

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