by: Kristy Duke

The hot humid summer sun blares down upon me as I stiffly climb out of my old model patrol car and into the humid summer day. My mind races from thought to thought as I stare up at the beige colored tall and wide hospital as I stand upon the concrete parking lot. Slowly I begin to step ahead as I think of what I am doing here, of what had brought the Duke Boys here to start out with. My heart races in anger toward Boss for ever dealing with the likes of Drake, even more so after all this time, knowing how Drake is like, what all Drake is capable of. As I slowly reach the double glass doors, my heart stops weakly as I come to realize myself, that the only one possible of killing Jesse, with reason, would be Drake. More anger swells up within me at the thought of Hogg dealing with not only a dangerous violent man, but also a murderer who don’t seem to regret all that he has done. A sour and spiteful man is what he is and Hogg working with him only shows the little conscience Hogg has for what he is doing.

Abruptly I stop at the steps of the entrance into the hospital as the sight of Jesse soars within me, how bad Bo is taking it. Chills race up and down my back as I fight back images of what Jesse had went through, what he saw that brought him to his death. More chills of fear races up and down my body as I think of if Drake is the one that killed Jesse, then we still have a murderer walking free around Hazzard, a murderer without a conscience and willing to kill anyone for anything. Anger fills me toward Hogg for continuing to work with Drake through my protests and complaints, as well as warnings. Who else will have to die at the hands of him before Hogg comes to see what he is dealing with? Hogg had brought in a murderer into his town and me being the sheriff, I have the responsibilities to arrest him. But if I attempt doing that, Hogg won’t ever talk to me, I’ll loose my job; that is if I don’t get killed trying to bring him down.

Slowly I force myself to take the steps and swing the heavy door open to walk into the halls of the dreaded hospital and the powerful smell of sick sweat, vomit, and heavily sprayed Lysol explodes around me. I quickly walk through the brightly lit halls as I think of what all Luke had told me over the phone a couple of hours ago, what had happened to Bo. Thinking of Bo, my heart swells in sadness and worry for the young Duke Boy who was the one to find his uncle dead on the floor covered in his own blood. I sigh sadly at the thought of the past year has been like for the Dukes with Bo not being himself, while they fight to help Bo as well as to keep up with the farm after Jesse’s departure. More anger fills me as Luke’s panicked voice in the phone goes through my head, anger at Drake for all the hatred and violence he has sprayed over Hazzard with, and more anger at Hogg for continuing to work with him.

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by: Delilah Kelly

January 1862

Months had gone by and Christmas had a special flavor this time. Rosco was not there, nor was Phil. Katrina had asked Mrs. Coltrane if she could invite her parents for Christmas. Her mother-in-law agreed heartily. She loved Katrina so much, even more since she had learnt that the young woman was carrying Rosco’s child. She had even scolded her daughter-in-law for her going out at night to help MaryAnne for the Sheriff’s Department. MaryAnne had deemed safe to explain her aunt what these evenings spent outside were all about.

“I understand, Katrina. But it won’t do you any good. Think of the baby. Besides, ‘tis not suitable for a lady to go out like yer doing while pregnant.”

Katrina exchanged a quick, amused glance with MaryAnne. The young Deputy replied in her stead. “Katrina, don’t worry. My aunt’s only trying to do with ya what she could not do with me !”

Mrs. Coltrane smiled – not so differently from Rosco. “MaryAnne’s right indeed, Katrina. I really wonder how she’s gonna get a husband for herself if she spends all her time in the saddle !”

The three women laughed heartily. “Law enforcement runs high in our family, Katrina. Look at Rosco, at MaryAnne, and now yourself… Maybe the little one’s gonna be the next Hazzard Sheriff after all.”

“I think we can leave him some time to grow old before, eh ?” Katrina said in a giggle. “In the meantime, I could carry out these Sheriff’s business here at home. What do you think of that, MaryAnne ?”

The young Coltrane woman thought for a while. “Well… why not indeed… I may bring ya all the paperwork that needs to be done so that you may do it here. No need fer ya to ride to the County courthouse at night. You may even have the whole day to carry it out.”

By the end of November, the ‘little arrangement’ was thus set up differently. MaryAnne used to bring the paperwork that needed to be done and Katrina was doing it in her bedroom. She was alone too there and could work in peace.

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by: Kristy Duke

Rosco P. Coltrane

Above me the ancient brown dusty ceiling fan swirls quickly above us to attempt to cool down the overly hot room as the fan whizzes almost rhythmically. I stare tiredly down at my paper work that seems to go on forever and I sigh at my mama’s lecture years ago back in high school about procrastinating, wishing that I would have listened to her as I look at my stack of paper work of reports. I place another report on the smaller stack of papers that is all that I got done as the doors open and I look up to see Enos stepping in, his face lit up in happiness of something.

“What got you smilin’ dipstick? You ain’t spose to be smilin’ at work, this is work and at work you work,” I snap at him and he glares down at the old floor as he fights to hide the grin, “What’s so good in that little world of yours?”

“Nuttin’ sir, it’s just. . .it’s just,” he says embarrassingly, “it’s just I got invited to dinner tonight at the farm with Daisy.”

“The Dukes?” I question and roll my eyes at him, “Enos! You know as well as I do that them Dukes are bad and are on the opposite side of us, which is the law, mind you! You are a law man and law men don’t integrate with criminals, especially criminals like them Dukes!”

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by: Keith

Act One
(Opening shot of Bo+Luke driving along the backroads of Hazzard in the General Lee.)

BALLADEER: Now, friends and neighbors, this is one of the most deceiving sights you’ll ever see in Hazzard County. But it ain’t because you see Bo and Luke Duke tearin’ up the back roads of Hazzard in the General Lee. That’s normal.

(Rosco pulls out from behind a tree in his patrol car and starts after General Lee.)

BALLADEER: And it ain’t ’cause Rosco’s chasin’ after the General. That’s normal, too.

BO: (into cb mike) Dang it, Rosco! We ain’t got time to play right now.

LUKE: Yeah, that mortgage payment is due in town, in Boss’s hand, in ten minutes. Which is probably why he’s got Rosco out watchin this road instead of one of his usual speed traps.

BO: Hang on, Luke. We loose him every other day, I ain’t about to make today no different. ‘Specially with the farm on the line.

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by: Keith

(Bo bends over and picks up the rag. Luke reaches out to stop him, letting his crutches fall to his side.)

LUKE: Bo, are you nuts?? You’re gonna….

(Luke’s speech trails off as he and Bo make eye contact, realizing what they are both doing. They are now both squatting on the floor. Bo has Cooter’s rag in his hand. Luke has one hand around Bo’s arm. After a short pause…)

LUKE: You alright?

BO: (grinning) …I think so….

LUKE: How do ya feel?

BO: A little stiff, but other than that….

LUKE: …Everything works.

(Bo and Luke slowly stand. They laugh and hug each other.)

COOTER: Hey, Y’all, wait a minute. Just wait a minute….y’all are sure everything works now? It’s all bendin’ and stretchin’ like it should?

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