By: Hilery “Scoot” Davenport
Edited by: Hoss

At about the same time, Buck and Joel were on their way to the Boar’s Nest to see their partner-in-crime. They walked in as Boss Hogg was eating his raw liver breakfast.

“Well, how do you do Mr. Hogg.”

“Howdy boys. You’re here for your pay?”

“Yes Mr. Hogg. But you see, we decided what you was paying us wasn’t quite enough,” Buck said.

“Huh?”

“Open the safe fat man.” Boss’s eyes widened. They were robbing him.

“Now just a minute. You can’t do this. All that money is for the children’s funds and for the orphans.”

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by: MacSas

The following afternoon, Luke and Shawna decided to take a drive so they could talk privately. As much as Luke loved his family, they made no excuses for being curious about his relationship with Shawna. Though Luke had told his family about Shawna when they had been dating, he hadn’t told them that he had met the woman he wanted to marry. He’d kept that to himself, hadn’t even discussed it with Shawna. It was just as well, he thought now. He’d been in no position to marry her or give her a secure life.

When he’d first met Shawna she’d been a fiery, stubborn, independent girl of sixteen. She’d just moved out of her family’s home in San Antonio and was making a life of her own. It would have been the classic tale of waitress falls for newbie recruit, except there had been no happy ending for them. Luke had never led her on though. He may have seen her as the girl he could settle down with, if they’d met in another time, but Shawna had nursed no illusions about their relationship. She knew that he was starting a new career and was not willing to give it up for permanence at home. She wouldn’t have asked him to either, no matter how much in love she’d been with him. He didn’t want to go into combat leaving a new bride behind, possibly making her a widow before she had become used to being a wife. What kind of life would she have had?

by: Essy Jane

Inside the police station…

“I’d finger print you but there really isn’t any point Kee-kee. Bo, it’s
nothing against you. It’s just the first time I’ve been honest in weeks. I
find it the top joke of the day.” Bo sneered at him as Rosco opened the jail
cell door.

“Why now?” Bo asked.

“That one’s none of your business.” Rosco walked upstairs leaving Bo
downstairs by himself. Giving him a chance to escape but Bo saw no need. He
knew that Cooter saw him and would get Luke over. In the mean time, Bo would
just sit tight and wait for Luke. At times like this, don’t you wish Uncle
Jesse were here?

About 10 minutes later, Luke came storming through the doors like Uncle
Jesse normally did. With Jud at his side, kind of like Daisy running to give
Rosco a piece of her mind. “Rosco, you had no right to lock up my cousin!”
Jud yelled. You could feel the anger soar through him.

“I had a right! He didn’t pay his tickets!” Rosco yelled back.

“Most of them are phonies and you know it,” Luke stated.

“But he still needs them tickets paid off to get out of here.”

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By: Hilery “Scoot” Davenport
Edited by: Hoss

It was dark by the time dinner was over, so everyone turned in, hoping for an early start and the chance to clear themselves.

The following morning Hilery was the first one up. She grabbed two pots and walked down to the stream while everyone else was still sleeping. Once there, she filled them with icy cold water and walked back. Gently she woke up Cooter by nudging him.

“Hey cuz, wanna help me with something?” Cooter eyed the two small pots in her hands warily. He took his time shaking his head. No way was he gonna help her get even with the boys. Hilery just shrugged. She walked over to where Bo and Luke were sleeping and stood between them. Before her cousin, who was now fully awake, could stop her, she dumped the bone-chilling water on them.

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by: MacSas

Daisy had tried desperately to make herself at home in the small cabin. Her first day had been spent airing out the single bedroom structure. She’d swept the wrap around porch at least three times. Dusted the floor rugs, mopped the wooden floors all through the cabin, opened every window, and even oiled the porch swing. Now three days into her hide out she was getting bored.

An absolute country girl at heart, she admired the scenery surrounding the cabin every day, had breakfast with every sunrise and waited out every sunset with coffee in hand. She’d fished in the nearby stream and walked the short tracks around the cabin. No one visited her, “just in case,” but she was constantly in contact with both Luke, at the farmhouse, and Martin, who spent his days at the Sheriffs office and nights at the farm. However, she was now beginning to wish she’d had the foresight to have packed more reading material than the two Tom Clancy novels she’d taken from Luke’s room. Music would have been perfect, but Martin worried that someone would hear it. And she was lucky it wasn’t cold; someone may see smoke from the stonework chimney if she lit the fire.

Now as she sat on the porch swing, watching a deer amble past the cabins small clearing, she wondered how much longer she would have to put her life on hold like this. Her superior had cleared her CSI caseload just so she could sit here and wait for Lex to make his next move. Uncle Jesse had been told by Luke to not go near the farm because they were waiting for Lex to make his next move. Bo was missing out on taking part in a Nascar race because they were waiting for Lex to make his next move. Everyone around her was waiting on Lex to make a move, and it angered her. It was bad enough that her life should be caught in a tornado spin, but those close to her were now being dragged into its down draft. One bad decision of hers was making life hell for just about everyone. How much longer was she going to have to pay for her foolish heart?

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