by: Essy Jane

Days turned into weeks since Jud had arrived. But the funny thing was that
no one really seemed to notice any change. The only difference was that
there were three Duke boys instead of two.

Rosco was still up to his old dirty tricks as was Boss. Boss Hogg had a plan
that would make him a lot of money. As usual it involved the Dukes. Then
again, why wouldn’t it engage with the Dukes?

“Them two are boxers right?” He said.

“Right,” Rosco replied.

“And they’re brothers right?”

“Right. But Boss I don’t get where you’re goin’ with this!”

“Well of course you don’t pea brain, the day you understand something is the
day I run out of money.”

“Kea-gee-gee. Oh fat buddy.” Rosco pinch his cheeks as he always does.

“Well anyway, them boys are going to box for me. And I’ll sell tickets for
ten dollars each to see ‘Killer Kane’ and his big brother, ‘The Duke of
Death’. I could’ve planed it any better.”

“Ah boss, who are they going to fight? You know that Luke wouldn’t punch out
his baby brother.”

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by: Kristy Duke

by: MacSas

Roscoe pulled up to the Duke farmhouse.

“Here we are” he told Boss. “That vehicle there must belong to the Mounties.”

“Well, let’s see what’s going on” Boss said.

“Attention in the farmhouse!” Roscoe called as he climbed the porch stairs.

“Who is that?” asked Martin, turning to the kitchen door at the sound of the knock that followed Roscoe’s announcement.

“That,” smiled Bo “is Hazzard Counties finest.”

“Finest what?” asked Clark.

“We’re still awaiting the DNA results” Bo laughed.

Luke opened the door to Roscoe, who stumbled in, knocking on air. Martin and Clark looked at each other in disbelief.

“Things are done a little different here I guess” Clark murmured.

“Roscoe, Boss” Luke greeted in mock pleasure. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

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by: MacSas

“Don’t panic Shawna” Luke admonished. “I can handle this”

Considering what she’d seen him go through at the creek, Shawna didn’t bother hiding her look of doubt.

Luke sighed. Handling the truck and her would be impossible. He needed to focus on the truck for now; later he’d work on reassuring her he wasn’t as mad as he’d seem a while ago. His skills enabled him to take the tight curves easier than most would have found it. Still, the truck was old and unpredictable. And this wasn’t a racetrack; it was a hill with tight curves, a deadly drop on one side and a solid cliff face on the other. He thought about scrapping the side of the truck along the cliff to try to slow down, but quickly dismissed the idea. There was too much of a risk that the motion would cause sparks. On Shawna’s side there was a patch of gravel that ran alongside the drop. He aimed the wheel towards the gravel and allowed the truck to coast along it. They were close to the bottom of the hill. He could see the road that led to the Duke farm. Just a few more turns.

Shawna looked sideways at Luke as she clung to the dashboard. The movement on the gravel had slowed them down a little, but not enough for her liking. The sensation of being out of control was sickening. The sound of the gravel crunching under the tires was almost deafening. The whole truck vibrated with movement, and Shawna was it was about to fall apart. She couldn’t stand to look out the front window, instead she focused on Luke. He held the wheel with assurance, while alternating between watching the road in front and the drop beside them. He could do it, she assured herself. Surely he’d been in tighter spots? She wanted to weep and beg that he get them to the bottom alive. But she dared not make a sound.

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by: Essy Jane

Now over on the Duke farm, Daisy and Jesse were getting ready to go visit an
old sick friend over in Maine, leaving poor old Bo and Luke to fend for
themselves. With their cooking I’d say they’d last about two hours. But Bo
had been working on it with a girl that he stole from Luke. “I’ll see y’all
later, I left a few meals frozen. Just try not to burn down the house while
I’m gone,” Jesse stated.

“Don’t worry, I’m used to babysitting Bo,” Luke teased.

“I’ll be sure to give Luke his bottle every three hours,” Bo ragged.

“No fighting boys or I’ll get Cooter to tan your hides, a personal favor,”
Uncle Jesse scolded and with that that they were off driving Dixie. The
General was in the shop and the pick-up needed a good tune-up. So of course
Dixie went into battle.

Bo and went into the kitchen and began to think about what they were going
to do without their uncle and cousin. “Well here’s the deal, we can save the
frozen dinners ‘till we need them or eat them now,” Luke thought out loud.

“Well I figure you’ll mess up the cooking,” Bo laughed.

“Me? You cook as good as Rosco drives!”

“Not anymore, I’ve been getting lessons. I bet you I could cook a better
meal than you ever could.”

“You’re on Bo! Loser washes dishes ‘till Uncle Jesse gets back.”

“Now you’re talking.”

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