by: Kristy Duke

Levi Dunning’s dark brown eyes steadily scans through the smokey haze of the crowded bar while his mind slowly turns from thought to thought. ‘Damn, where is he?’ Impatience and frustration intertwines within his broad muscular framed body as he silently looks from face to face of the people that crowd around him in the hick bar. Once again, he glances down at his expensively gold watch to find that the man he is looking for is now a half hour late to steadily increase his frustration. Glancing back up at the people that surrounds him, he takes everything in with a trained eye while his thoughts return to the plan they had created; it had to work. A small smile crawls across his chiseled face as he can’t hide the excitement that begins to spread through him with his thoughts of the plans, the plans that will change the future for everyone in the hick town.

Taking a deep breath, Levi slowly slips back down into his old wooden chair and grabs onto his condensed beer mug and as he brings it up to take another drink from his watered down beer, a small beefy hand lands upon his broad shoulder. Surprise fuels the anger within him as beer melts down the condensed cup and onto his muscular hand that grabs tightly onto the glass handle and he forcefully sets the mug down onto the old torn table clothed table. “Lookin’ for someone?” a deep southern voice comes from behind him as the hand seems to sink into his shoulder. A long moment passes by as Levi fights to control his raging emotions before he glances back to find it to be a short round man dressed in an expensive three piece white suit with a matching Stetson hat. Under his hat was the mans thickly dark gray eye brows above a pair of piercing brown eyes and a thick cigar stuck within the man’s cocky smiling mouth, the cigar clinging desperately between the man’s thick beefy index and middle finger. “Sorry I’m so late,” the man takes his hand off of Levi’s shoulder to pull out an gold pocket watch, “I got hung up at the office.”

“Look Hogg,” Levi’s deep voice brings the attention from a few people that surround his small table before he lower’s his voice, “I’m in no moods for any of your games or for your damn lateness. We agreed upon a time and a date…I was here!”

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by: Keith

(We see the General Lee continue the jump over Stix River. Just before it lands, Rosco brings his patrol car to a ninety degree stop and watches the Dukes crash land on the other side. Unaware that any damage has been done, He is happy to see the General Lee stopped)

ROSCO: Ooooo….GOOD NEWS! GOOD NEWS! That worked better than I hoped, Flash! The General Lee done come to a dead stop!! CU CU!!

(Rosco’s expression turns serious when he notices a lack of movement as the dust kicked up by the landing clears away)

ROSCO: The General Lee ain’t the only thing that ain’t movin’ over there. Why ain’t the Duke boys gettin’ out?? (pics up cb microphone) Enos, are you on the other side of the river yet? Come on…

(Switch to Enos sitting in his patrol car about fifty feet ahead of the General Lee. He is looking in both directions, but his view is obstructed by bushes and trees)

ENOS: Yessir, Sheriff. I just got here. I don’t see no sign of the Duke boys, though. If I know them, they’re halfway back to the farm by now. (giggles)

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by: Marty Chrisman

The next afternoon Cyrus had the boys brought back to the house one last time as Jesse had requested. Coy, Vance and Jeb helped to move the matching silver caskets into the living room. They sat one at either side of the room. When they were finished setting them in place, Cyrus opened the top part of the hinged lid so that Bo and Luke could be seen. Jesse had refused to dress them in suits to be buried. He wanted them to look natural. So he had opted to have Cyrus dress them in their best dress jeans with a yellow shirt for Bo and a blue shirt for Luke, their favorite colors.

After Cyrus had left, the three Duke cousins huddled together and looked at Bo and Luke solemnly. Cyrus had done a good job. They looked perfectly natural; there were no visible signs of the terrible injuries that had killed them. If you tried really hard it almost looked like they were just sleeping. Slowly, other family members and friends began drifting into the living room to look at the boys. Coy and Vance moved over to the far corner of the living room where they could talk privately without being overheard.

“I think we best stay around here for awhile.” Vance said quietly

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by: Kristy Duke

***JUNE 1979***

An icy chill slowly crawls up my spine as I force myself to stare into the cold, hard eyes of the muscular, evil killer that stands only feet away from me. “Well hello sheriff,”an evil smile slowly creeps across his handsome face as he quickly draws an automatic hand gun from somewhere within his dark windbreaker, sending my mind racing wildly within me. Fear accelerates within me as I stare into the dark barrel of the gun, my mind pictures his dead victims, their unheard cries for help echoes lively within me. “Heard you were lookin’ for me,” his thick voice quivers as his right palm quickly turns ghastly white as he clenches tightly upon the cold metal handle of the gun, “well here I am.”

I feel my hands clenching tightly at my sides as the gun man smugly smiles at me, his dark brown eyes are aglow with evil laughter while he stares deeply within me before he turns his attention to Rachel. My heart leaps with intense anger mixed with fear as I protectively glance over at Rachel who clings desperately onto my left elbow, her bright green eyes are brightly lit up in panic and fear. Glancing back up at the evil gun man, my mind quickly rushes through the information I have learned over the last couple of months about him and his gang, of the horrible things they have done. A shudder rushes harshly through me as I un-voluntarily think of their past victims, of the nightmares they had been forced to live through, of their pain, of their horrible death they suffered. Once again, I protectively glance over at Rachel as my mind rushes through panicked thoughts of what the next few moments will hold for us. My mouth abruptly turns dry as I am filled with intense fear for Rachel with anger swarming thickly within me towards the gun man.

Silence seems to explode between the three of us as a black bird caws somewhere within the thick woods that surrounds the back land of the old farm house. Turning my attention towards the muscular gun man, my stomach churns angrily in nerves as I slowly speak up, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. . .I’m just on my lunch break.”

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by: Marty Chrisman

Cyrus Miller, the local mortician ushered Jesse Duke, Daisy Duke, Cooter Davenport and three of the other Duke cousins, Coy, Vance and Jeb into his office. Cyrus had been a mortician for forty some years, he was used to dealing with distraught family members and this wasn’t first time he’d buried a member of the Duke family. He’d buried Bo, Luke and Daisy’s parents, as well as Jesse’s wife but this time it was harder than usual to go through his normal routine. Bo and Luke were both so young and so well liked in the community.

“I’ll try to make this as quick as possible, Jesse.” Cyrus told him sympathetically “First of all, I need to know if you want the caskets open or closed at the service.”

“Open.” Jesse said “I want to see my boys one last time.”

“Alright. What about the obituaries? I can get most of the information from what I have on file for Martha and Luke’s folks.”

“That’ll be fine.” Jesse said nodding his head absentmindedly

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