By: Brenna “Snakelady” Dawkins

Ratings: R

Daisy took one final appraisal in the mirror before she stepped out the door.  She wore a white halter top with lace at the hem that was cropped short to show off her belly and a blue denim skirt that left little to the imagination.  Top that off with her best cowboy boots and her hair done up and fastened loosely on the top of her head, she felt she was almost ready.

Her cousins hadn’t liked the idea of her being auctioned off to just anybody who had the lucky ticket, even if the proceeds did go to help raise money for Hazzard’s annual Children’s Fair.  Daisy appreciated their concern, but she also grew tired of their over protectiveness at the same time.  She was a big girl now and could handle herself if she got into trouble.  They just didn’t seem to realize that most of the time.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.  “Daisy?”

“Yes, Bo?”  She stopped messing with her hair for a moment, feeling tense, waiting for him to go at it again.

“Daisy, will ya please listen to reason?”

“I will soon as I hear some, Bo.”  She continued to work her hair, her pretty face slanting with a frown.  “I ain’t changin’ my mind, none, so you can just go on and leave me to it, Bo!”

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by: Kristy Duke

Exhaustion and sadness rushes heavily within me as Shawn’s story mixed with what Luke and Jesse had to say seems to echo heavily within me to build vivid images of the youngest Duke boy lying beaten and bruised upon the barn’s ground. Beaten and bruised within his own barn, upon his own ground. Beaten and bruised at the one place you should feel safe and protected from the violence and hatred that seems to plague today’s world; at your home. Anger swells heavily within me as my mind draws vivid pictures of all that had happened to Bo, based on the information we had gotten from Shawn and the rest of the Dukes. Vivid pictures of a violent man filled with hatred running loose and free in Hazzard to do as he pleases, to hurt more innocent citizens of Hazzard; running free while Bo lies trapped within the hospital.

Feeling my heart sink within me with the harsh emotions that races within me, emotions that are fed upon by the vivid scenes my imagination draws, I slowly glance up from staring down at the dirty tiled floor at my feet. Across the room, Luke’s tense body remains standing silent and still in front of the tall and long window, his muscular arms folded across his thick chest. Several feet away from him, Cooter, Shawn, and Daisy sit upon the old blue bench seats that line the far wall; Cooter stares blankly into a well used car magazine that he holds open in his greasy hands while Daisy rests her head upon Shawn’s muscular shoulder, silently talking to him with tears staining her tan cheeks.  Time seems to come to a halt as my eyes falls upon Shawn sitting in his seat, slowly taking in his neat light brown hair and his blood covered body that hangs tightly against his muscular body. His left long leg  is bent over his right knee to send my attention at his heavy leather work boots that seem to be well taken care of.

Taking him in, my thoughts flash to the past and on how wild he had been, but mainly to how close he was to Luke and just how much he seemed to hate Bo. To me his hatred for Bo was visibly apparent, but to the rest of Bo’s family who Shawn treated with respect and honor, they seemed to be blind to it. Blinded by Shawn’s charm that seemed to often times give him what he had wanted, led people believing anything he had to say.

Abruptly my heart comes to a halt in unannounced fear as Shawn looks up from looking at Daisy to eye me with his intense green eyes, sending ice cold chills down my back. I quickly look away from him before I numbly stand up to turn around and face Enos and Boss who remain sitting upon their seats while attempting to ignore Shawn. Attempting to ignore the sharp feeling of fear that his look had forced into me while my thoughts remain frozen with images of a stranger in Hazzard brutally attacking Bo in his own barn, but this time, my mind draws Shawn brutally attacking Bo.  Taking a deep breathe in attempt to shake the images away I quickly break the silence by saying, “I’m done waiting,” I pause as both Enos and Boss look up at me, “I’m going to go and interview Bo. Enos, I want you to come with me.”

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by: Margaret

Bo drove quickly to Rhuebottom’s store. Since most of the day had been spent
checking over the General, and since Rhuebottom shut his store down before any other
business in town, Jesse concluded that shopping for food was the family’s first priority.
Cooter was there for the Dukes 24 hours a day. Rhuebottom was not.
Bo pulled Dixie into the parking lot and came to a slow stop next to an empty yellow
school bus. He felt better now; the queasiness in his stomach had subsided as he drove.
Driving always seemed to ease his worries. He could also see that the whole family was
more relaxed now that they were in town with other people around. Daisy whipped out a
short grocery list from her purse and with graceful ease swung herself out of the car.
“Let’s get this over with, y’all,” she started off.
Luke and Jesse wordlessly followed. Scully stared at the wooden building for a while.
It looked like something out of a western movie. When she realized that she was going to
have to buy her clothes in there, she swallowed hard. However, always one to go with the
flow, the red-haired doctor shook her head and hopped out of the vehicle, following the
others inside.
Mulder stayed behind. Bo cast a curious look at his friend and saw that the agent
stared in dismay at bales of hay that stood next to an outdoor freezer. He couldn’t help a
grin. “Fox, what’s wrong?”
Fox raised his eyebrows, and without breaking his gaze from the hay, replied, “We’re
shopping for food… in there?!”
Bo chuckled. Lord, Fox was such a clueless city slicker. He reached over and playfully
slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Of course we’re shopping in there. It’s the only
grocery store in town.”
Mulder grinned. “Sorry, I just never shopped in a place that sold ice cream and hay in
the same aisle before.”

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by: MacSas

Daisy woke the next morning in Martin’s bed, instantly aware that he was no longer beside her. Was it a dream? She flipped her hair back out of her face. ‘Martin?’

From across the room came his soft reply, “Right here” She rolled over to find him standing in front of the bedrooms floor to ceiling window, the early morning sun shining around him. He walked slowly to the bed, and sat on the edge of it. He looked at her for a moment, a soft smile on his face. He reached out and ran his knuckles down the side of her face, almost as if he needed to assure himself that she was truly there with him.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, in a soft almost reverent voice.

Daisy smiled a little self-consciously. She sat up, taking care to tuck the sheet under her arms. “Why bother?” Martin laughed.

Daisy blushed slightly, recalling a moment of panic the night before when Martin had undressed her. “I have scars,” she had told him. “I don’t care” Martin had replied, easing her embarrassment.

Now, as she looked at him in the early morning light, she realised how much she wanted this man in her life. She didn’t have to wonder if she could live with him for the rest of her life. It was more a case of could she live her life without him in it. And the answer was no. There was one last thing that could ruin her happiness though. “We need to talk,” she said.

Martin laughed softly, as he pressed light kisses along her shoulder. “I thought we already did that”

Daisy shrugged her shoulder away from his mouth in an attempt to gain his attention. “Seriously, Red, there’s something you should know about my recovery”

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by: Kristy Duke

Stepping out of his car, Shawn Graham ignores the chilly wind that brushes up against his tense body as he silently glances around the empty driveway to send questions rapidly growing within him. Questions that sends his worry descending heavily within him to send paralyzing panic and fear heavily within him to force him to lean upon his beloved car. Forcing himself to breathe in deeply, he glances up at the dark clouds that shifts slowly in the gray sky as he attempts to calm his emotions that his harsh thoughts have brought upon him. ‘Where is everyone? What are they doing?’ are the questions that rapidly run through him to send paranoia within him as he envisions the worse. Sighing heavily he attempts to shove the thoughts aside and he slowly begins to walk up the weak steps up to the small porch while he attempts to come up with possible answers to his questions. They could have gone anywhere and doing anything. They could have went into town to run errands or to talk to Cooter. Or perhaps  they went to visit someone who had called them out. The answers were endless, yet Shawn can’t help but to fear the worse. That his secret has been revealed and they are out planning on how to confront him.

Shaking his head in attempt to shake out his thoughts, he slowly opens the unlocked door to slowly step into the shadow darkened kitchen and allows his eyes to adjust before closing the door behind him. Taking a step closer his eyes slowly fall upon a piece of paper that lies on the table and Shawn reluctantly walks over to it to find his name wrote in capital letters on a piece of blank notebook paper. Turning it over he finds it to be in Luke’s familiar handwriting to slowly begin to read the few lines wrote out to him.

Shawn – Daisy had gotten called into work early today while the rest of us went to Kristy’s for our weekly lunch with her family as we had told you about yesterday. I take it since you ran off in such a hurry this morning that you weren’t interested in coming or had forgot. Anyway, that is where we are at if you return and no one is home. Make yourself at home…our home is your home. We’ll be back later this afternoon sometime. Cooter had the idea that we should go out to them old caves as we use to hang out at and build a fire and we can make our own supper as we use to before going back to the Boar’s Nest like we did last night. It’s your call. Think about what you want to do.

Luke

Shawn re-reads the letter in attempt to decipher if he had wrote the truth or had wrote it in attempt to hide his true reasons behind being gone before crumpling it up and throwing it away in the garbage can. A moment later of thinking of the letter, relief floods over him as he slowly begins to remember Luke talking yesterday on their way home from the Boar’s Nest of their weekly lunch they have at Kristy’s every Sunday. The letter had been wrote in truth, leaving Shawn off of the hook and in the clear of the time being. Sighing heavily he slowly begins to think of only minutes ago when he had been convinced of his true identity and reasoning of being in Hazzard to have been discovered by Luke and the rest of the Dukes and the fear it had brought upon him. Staring into the shadows, he begins to wonder what he will do once Luke finds out the truth and is able to see past his lies. Landon made it clear of what he was to do if anyone in Hazzard were to find out who he has became; kill them, leave no witnesses, and then the gang would clean up and leave town as it had in Atlanta. But could he bring himself to kill Luke? Cooter? Jesse or Daisy? How could he even think of killing them if they found out? But he’d have to do something if that were to happen? Deep down he knew he couldn’t kill them after all they’ve done for him now and in the past.  If Bo or anyone else were to find out about him or his gang, he’d have little trouble with pulling the trigger; the only reason he’d have trouble with Bo would be in knowledge of how hard Luke would be hit with his death. Bo had always been the one to get in the way of him and Luke, the one to slow Luke down. Always was a source of annoyance to him. It’d be a relief to him to be able to put the bullet in his heart and see the pain in his eyes; if it weren’t of Luke’s deep devotion to his cousin.

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