Over on Hazzardnet in the “Snow in Hazzard County” thread RogerDuke said something about being out of CB range and this just grew from there. I hope you enjoy it and a merry Christmas to all.
“I can not believe you got us lost on Christmas Eve Bo. On our anniversary no less. You said you knew the way home from the graveyard and yet here we are.” She complained again.
“So you’ve stated a few times. Moreover, as I’ve told you I did not get us lost. We are simply in a part of Hazzard County that I’m not one hundred percent familiar with. If Rosco hadn’t been chasing us we wouldn’t be in this predicament at all.”
“If we had taken my car we wouldn’t have been chased therefore we wouldn’t be lost.”
“I’m sorry alright. I didn’t expect nor plan on this happening.”
“This is Hazzard County and you’re a Duke of course this is gonna happen. Please just get us home.” The car went silent as they continued to drive. The only sound was coming from the carols that flowed from the radio station she had insisted upon. After a bit more of Bo’s driving they both heard a popping noise and the car jolted as if Bo had run over something.
“Don’t even ask.” Bo said.
“Ask what?” The girl said softly.
“What that was. I don’t know but I have a feeling you’re gonna blame that on me too.” The girl held her hands up innocently but Bo rolled his eyes. “Just hand me the flashlight in the glove box.” She handed it over and Bo got out to check. He looked around but couldn’t find anything so he looked at the tires. “Great.” Bo muttered under his breath.
“What?” She asked climbing out.
“It flattened both tires. I’m gonna have to call Cooter but I’m not sure I can raise him.”
“Just try. I want to go home some time soon.”
So Bo tried and tried but Cooter never answered. Bo also tried to raise his uncle or his cousin and even tried the sheriff but still got no answer.
“Great not only have you managed to get us lost on Christmas Eve but now you’ve flattened both tires and we’re out of CB range. My father is gonna kill you.” The girl said. “What are you going to do?”
“Me?” Bo asked.
“You got us into this mess so you can get us out. I’m cold, I’m hungry, we’re lost, and it’s getting late. Please just find us a way home.” She begged. The evening had started so nice too. Bo had picked her up and taken her out to a movie and then to the graveyard as per tradition to see her mom who had passed on six years prior.
“Fine I’ll find a way home.” Nearly as if by some sort of miracle a farmer came by in a horse-drawn wagon. “Sir? Sir! Can you give us a lift?” Bo asked as the farmer stopped.
“What seems to be the problem son?”
“He hit something a few yards back and both the back tires are flat. We tried to raise Cooter but…”
“You’re too far out from town. No car CB would reach that far kids.” The farmer says smiling softly. “I know you, you’re the Duke boy.”
“Yes sir, you see Sheriff Rosco was chasing us a while ago and after I out ran him I ran something over. If I don’t have her home for supper her daddy’s gonna skin me. It’s our anniversary tonight, two years together. My cousin Daisy’s probably got supper on the table by now and we were hoping to find a way home to it. If you don’t want to give me a ride, please give her one. It’s not her fault we’re stuck out here. She’s rather mad at me for getting us lost but she shouldn’t have to suffer in the cold especially if it starts snowing.” Bo said hoping to charm the farmer into giving the girl a ride.
“I’m sorry there’s not enough room.” Bo looked down and tried to think of something else. “Well not for both of you up front. Hop in the back there if you don’t mind sitting with the hay.”
“We really appreciate this sir.” She said nodding to the farmer.
“Sure where are you heading?”
“The Duke farm if you don’t mind. If you do you can just drop us off in town. We’ll make our way back from there.” The girl said as Bo helped her up into the back of the wagon.
“Don’t mind at all. It’s gonna be quite a ride though so you two get comfortable. I think there might be a blanket if you’re lucky.” The farmer said as he cracked the reins and the horses started pulling. The couple sat down and Bo placed the blanket on the girl’s lap then got comfortable himself. Eventually, even with the blanket covering most of her body, the cold and partially the farmer’s carols got to the girl and she shifted a bit at a time until she was curled up in Bo’s arms with the blanket covering most of them.
“Was it really just two years ago that this all started?” The girl asked.
“Two years ago that I asked you to be my girlfriend.” Bo answered. “Do you remember our first kiss?” The girl laughed and shifted a bit more.
“Yup. Hallway at the high school. You were on your way to…some kind of studying thing when you nearly knocked me down. You helped me up but I wouldn’t look at you. Instead-”
“Instead you were staring at the ceiling. I asked you a dozen times what was wrong but you never answered so I followed your gaze. My eyes landed on the mistletoe and I understood. You were muttering something about a stupid tradition and I said, “It’s a great tradition if followed through correctly.” You disagreed and I just had to prove you wrong.”
“You certainly did.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Not a bit.” She said right before he kissed her.
———
“Was Great Uncle Jesse mad that you were late to dinner that night mama?” The little boy asked interrupting his bed time story.
“Not at all JJ. But now it’s time for you to go to bed or else Santa won’t come and you won’t get that toy you’ve always wanted.”
“The action figure with the…” The boy went on the woman was looking back at the man in the doorway who smiled softly.
“Yes sweetheart, now sleep.” She answered when boy stopped. The boy yawned and then tucked himself under the blankets and curled up, his blue eyes falling closed no matter how hard he tried to fight it.
The woman stood and smoothed down the covers before meeting her husband in the hallway. “Look what I found.” Bo grinned.
“Mistletoe. Such a stupid tradition.” She muttered as he held it up over their heads.
“It’s a great tradition if followed through correctly.” Bo answered.
“I don’t think so.”
“Well then I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”
“Again?” Bo grinned and kissed his wife of 15 years soundly.