by: Marty Chrisman

The day was cold and overcast with a light rain falling. A day that perfectly matched the mood of the young man walking through the cemetery in Nashville. He’d asked the caretaker where to find the gravesite he was searching for. The caretaker had been glad to oblige. Folks seemed drawn for some reason to visit the grave of the famous lady singer who been killed so tragically at such a young age. They often came and left flowers, notes, all kinds of things behind. It wasn’t that usually for someone to stop by and ask him how to find her grave. But there was something different about the young man who had asked him today where she was buried. Maybe it was the haunted empty look in those sapphire blue eyes or maybe it was the way he walked, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Somehow, he sensed that this visitor had a more personal reason for visiting the young entertainer’s grave than most.

The young man walked down the rows of headstones until he found the one he was looking for. A simple marble headstone, nothing elaborate. She wouldn’t have wanted that anyway. Thankfully, whoever had arranged her funeral had realized that much. The young man’s eyes slowly read the inscription on the stone:

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by: Marty Chrisman

Luke slept for over 36 hours before finally opening his eyes. He was alone in the room he shared with Bo and as his mind cleared, the pain returned and ripped his heart in two. Sierra was gone and this time he would never see her again. Rolling over onto his side, he closed his eyes to hold back the tears and let himself fall back into the darkness where he wouldn’t have to deal with anything for awhile.

When 48 hours had passed without Luke walking up, Jesse got concerned and sent Bo to check on his oldest cousin. Bo approached Luke’s bed and gently reached out to shake his shoulder. “Luke…..hey Luke…” he said quietly. Luke’s only response was a groan as he buried his face in his pillow and moved away from Bo’s touch. “Luke, come on….Uncle Jesse thinks you should get up for awhile…” Bo said, gently shaking Luke’s shoulder again.

“Leave me alone….” Luke’s muffled voice growled as he swatted at Bo’s hand.

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by: Kristy Duke

by MacSas

The glint that had caught the eye of Lex turned out to be the remains of an old moonshine still, lying just outside the entrance to a small cave.

“Perfect,” he thought. “No one will think to look here.”

As he walked inside though, he failed to notice a tiny trip wire that ran from one side of the caves entrance to the other. He sure noticed when his foot struck it though. “Damn,” he muttered, bending to inspect the small box the wire was attached to. “Must be some kind of old alarm system.”

Sure that it meant nothing, due to the destroyed still outside, he decided to use the cave as a hideout for the time being. Until the heat died down, he would have time to plan his next move. He knew that his next move would have to be very smart. Too many people were now aware of him. He would only have one chance at getting Miss Daisy. He was determined to make that chance count.

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By: Hilery “Scoot” Davenport
Edited by: Hoss

Hilery was sitting under an old tree behind some shrubbery. She had just been relaxing for a spell, but when she heard the mighty roar of the General Lee she rushed to get into Jumper. A couple of seconds later the mighty Charger flashed by. It was followed by a white patrol car. Revving her engine, she pulled out behind them. As soon as she got within earshot of Cletus, she blew her horn.

“Buzzards on a buzz saw!” Cletus was shocked. He picked up his mike and called Rosco. “Hey uh, Rosco, you know that teal car you wanted us to look for while we looked for Hilery?”

“Of course I know that teal car I wanted you to look for, why?”

“Well, I didn’t find it, but it found me instead!”

“Jit jit; Cletus, go after it you lamerod, and what’s your 20 so I can get out there with Enos to help you catch that vehicle!”

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