by: MacSas

How could everything have gone so wrong? He was better than this. He should have had it his way. Instead he was running through a county backdrop that was alien to him. He needed somewhere to hide, somewhere to rest and collect his thoughts. He’d been foolish at the farmhouse. He’d allowed himself to fall prey to the belief that these were just hick people. They’d proved him wrong. He’d had the game under his control, but had taken his eye off the ball. Now he was paying for it.

Damn her! This was all her fault. Even though rational thinking told him to get out of town while things were fairly quiet, he could not let her think she had won. Nothing had gone right for him since he’d met her. She was like a poison he had to rid himself of. Yeah, that was it. Get rid of the poison and all would be well again. He could do that. It was second nature for him to remove those that were in his way.

by: Marty Chrisman

When Luke rejoined Bo and the rest of the family, Bo immediately noticed that Luke seemed upset. But he didn’t question him about what had happened behind stage until later that night when they were getting ready for bed.

“You talked to her, didn’t ya?” he asked as he pulled off his boots and stood up to unfasten his jeans.

“Yeah….” Luke said without elaborating, as he unfastened his own jeans and stripped down to his shorts.

“And?” Bo probed. Sometimes getting information out of Luke was almost like pulling teeth. It could be frustrating when he decided to answer questions with one word.

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by: Marty Chrisman

Thursday was the day of the big cross country race. All the lead foots in the county was entered in the big event, with Bo and Luke the local favorites to win just as they had done for the past five years. The boys had spent the entire morning making sure that the General was in top running condition. As Miss Hazzard Homecoming, Daisy was the official starter for the race.

The cars were lined up in the town square. The course would go outside of town for 10 miles in a loop with the finish line being back at the beginning again. As long as each car passed each checkpoint, the drivers had the choice of staying on the blacktop or cutting across country to try and get to the finish line first. The catch with cutting cross country was the various obstacles they could encounter along the way.

Bo was sitting behind the wheel of the General with Luke riding shotgun as usual. As always before a race, Bo was impatient to get started. He revved the Charger’s powerful engine and drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, waiting for Daisy to shoot the starting pistol. The second she fired the gun, Bo tromped on the accelerator and the General shot forward ahead of the other cars, easily taking the lead. Twenty cars raced for the city limits and open country.

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By: Hilery “Scoot” Davenport
Edited by: Hoss

“Cooter, come on, let’s get this done!” Hilery shouted as she jumped out of the pickup. She grabbed the containers of paint as Cooter grabbed the hoses and such. The sun was starting to go down now, and so they worked on into the night, knowing the car would be dry by morning. Hilery was in charge of painting, Cooter did the engine, and he was astounded at what she had done.

While he was examining the motor and replacing the hoses and other parts that Hilery had taken off, he was looking at her like she was nuts. She had done an amazing job.

Hilery painted into the night. She just wanted to get all the panels the same color so she could get the car out on the road: she could worry about a better paint job later. Thankfully, due to her recent graduation, there wasn’t any school the following day.

The paint scheme was teal, a pretty one at that, with a pale pink pinstripe along the side. The pink was so pale that it looked almost white.

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by: MacSas

Remember, this is fiction. I don’t know if a man can switch military codes like Luke has, but its fun thinking that he can!

Lex was growing impatient.

He kept an eye on Daisy as he paced the kitchen. Something was niggling at his brain. Something didn’t feel right. He hadn’t become one of the most powerful drug dealers in Texas by not being able to read a situation. And this situation screamed at him. Daisy seemed far too calm. She should be terrified, especially considering their last parting. But no, she was sitting at the table looking calm.

Could it be a façade? Maybe. Lex had dealt with enough people to know the value of reading body language. She looked calm, but her arms were tense in front of her. If he lifted the lid a little, maybe the jack-in-the-box would pop. Yeah, he loved to see people squirm, and Daisy was too at ease for his liking. Why not bait her a little bit? After all, he was the one in control, and control was everything to a man like him.

“So” he smiled, rubbing the barrel of the gun along his chin. “We’re all nice and cosy together huh?”

No response. That irked him.

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