This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any actual resemblance to persons or historical persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The Dukes of Hazzard characters, settings, locales, ect. are owned by other entities who have not endorsed this fic nor have they given express permission for the character's use. Author makes not claims to these characters and is not making any profit from their use.
All original characters are the property of the author.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the author or any legally assigned agents of the author.
© Copyright: 1996-2004. Lisa Philbrick
"Once there was a way...to get back homeward...."
Rosco sat in his patrol car at his favorite speed trap,
looking at the black and white photograph in his hand. Taken at Hazzard
County Fair in the fall of 1955 it showed Ethan Duke and his soon to
be bride Lea Fields sitting on a bale of hay with one of their good
Yep, thats Rosco on the end there in that picture.
Hardly recognize him without a badge huh? The good lookin fella
in the middle holding the pretty girl, well, thats Daisys
daddy and the young woman is her momma. You see, way back years ago
there was a time when Dukes and Coltranes got along, and one of Roscos
best friends was that very Duke in the picture.
Rosco placed the photograph on the seat beside him and started
the patrol car. The white Plymouth came out of the woods and kicked
up a small cloud of dust as it drove down the road.
When Ethan and Lea passed on, tho, Rosco had
a hard time with it, as we learned when he talked to Jesse at the grave
site. But friends and neighbors, just wait until Daisy finds out what
At the Duke farm, Jesse Duke was in the barn cleaning Maudines
stall. He had sent Bo and Luke to town with his pick up, to get the
boards and wood they would need to fix the pen for the goat.
There ya are, Maudine, he said pushing some
fresh hay with his pitchfork. He placed the pitchfork aside and then
persuaded Maudine into the stall. Content with her clean surroundings,
she immediately started to snack on the hay.
Jesse came out of the barn, where Harvey the goat was taking
a drink the water trough. Chickens clucked and scattered out of Jesses
way, only to have to turn around and go a different way when a car
pulled into the yard. The white Plymouth slowly came around Daisys
Jeep and came to a stop. Rosco looked at Jesse before stepping out
of the car.
Howdy, Rosco, Jesse greeted as the Sheriff walked
Jesse, Rosco returned. He looked at the photograph
and thumbed the edge of it.
Listen, I want you to give this to Daisy, he
said, handing the photo to Jesse. I want her to have it.
Jesse looked at the picture, recognizing the young faces
in it. He then looked at Rosco, who was looking at the picture sadly.
Rosco nodded. Yeah. She should have it, Jesse.
Okay. He studied the picture again. The
county fair, he said thoughtfully and looked at Rosco. I
took this picture.
Yep, ya did.
I also seem to recall you and Ethan bein dang
fool enough to enter the demolition derby.
Rosco couldnt help his grin. We won, didnt
Jesse smiled. Yeah, ya did.
Inside the farm house, Daisy watched from the living room
window as Jesse and Rosco talked. She couldnt hear their conversation,
but she saw her uncle held something in his hand. Another citation
for the boys? she thought sarcastically.
After a moment, Rosco returned to his patrol car and drove
out of the yard. When Jesse came into the house, Daisy met up with
her uncle in the kitchen.
Why was Rosco here? Hes not tryin to nail
the boys for somethin is he?
Jesse shook his head. No, hes not. Actually
it was a social visit.
Daisy scoffed. Rosco never pays a visit, social or
otherwise, unless hes got something up his sleeve. She
turned and walked towards her room to get her purse.
Now that aint always true, Daisy, Jesse
called after her.
After a moment, Daisy came back out. Name one time
Roscos come out here for reasons other than a trumped up charge
or on Bosss orders.
Well... Jesse paused. Needless to say, it was
few and far between. He glanced at the photograph. Well, like
You mean thats not one of those vehicle citation
Jesse shook his head. No. This heres a photograph,
that he wants you to have.
Me? Daisy looked at Jesse, puzzled. She stepped
closer to take the picture that Jesse held out to her. She looked at
the black and white images for a moment and then looked at her uncle.
Why did Rosco have this?
Umm...might be because hes in the picture too.
Daisy looked again. Oh. She studied the young
Coltranes face for a moment. Yeah, that is him, isnt
it? She then looked to Jesse for some kind of answer.
There once was a time when Dukes and Coltranes got
along, much the same way you and the boys are friends with MaryAnne,
Jesse said. Your folks and Rosco were pretty good friends.
Oh. So what prompted him to bring this picture here
Well...I saw him at Ethan and Leas grave site
earlier today. You remember how there were always yellow roses when
you and I would go, when you were younger?
Rosco was the one who had been leaving those. Your
mommas favorite color was yellow, and Ethan used to get her yellow
roses for her birthday and on their anniversary. Jesse paused.
Roscos been carrying some guilt for a long time over what
happened to your folks. You know they were killed by a drunk driver.
Well, Rosco had pulled over that same drunk driver
earlier that day....
Daisys expression suddenly changed.
He didnt arrest the person? she asked
At the time, no. He poured out the booze and sent
them on their way... Jesse spoke cautiously. He had seen the
hardened look that had come to his nieces eyes.
So he thinks this is gonna make everything better
is that it? She held up the picture. Uncle Jesse, I cant
believe youre tellin me this! After all these years....Rosco
could have prevented my folks from being killed?!
No, he couldnt have...
Yes, he could have! If he had arrested that man before,
my folks would still be here! And dont stand there and tell me
youre gonna defend him, after all hes done to this family.
Now, Daisy just simmer down--
The young woman spun around on her heel. I dont
believe this. Youre own brother, and youre gonna tell me
that it wasnt Roscos fault.
It wasnt! He wasnt the drunk driver.
He may have just as well been! Daisy stormed
to her room, leaving the photograph on her dresser. She fought the
urge to rip the side of the picture with Rosco on it right off. She
walked out, swinging her purse over her shoulder. She marched
through the kitchen. If I see Rosco today.... she fumed.
Daisy! Jesse called and followed his niece out
into the yard. Daisy, youre forgetting that your daddy
and Rosco were best friends, and Roscos the one that found them
that day. Now hes had to live with that for 24 years.
Daisy threw her purse in her Jeep as she climbed in. She
was going to say something, like serves him right but she
held her tongue. She glanced at her uncle and then started the Jeep
and tore out of the yard.
Bo and Luke were in the pick up truck heading back to the
farm when they saw the Jeep tearing towards them. Daisy went flying
by, much faster than usual, and Luke even waved, but Daisy never looked
Bo turned in the passenger seat and watched the Jeep disappear
around the corner. He let out a whistle.
I think shes mad at something.
Yep, Luke agreed. When shes got
that look on her face...look out.
The truck rattled into the yard and the boys jumped out
calling to Jesse that they were home. When the Duke patriarch came
out of the house, Luke asked what was with Daisy.
Jesse sighed. Its a long story...
While Jesse was tellin the boys what had made
Daisy upset, Daisy was trying to get herself under control before she
arrived at the Boars Nest. Judging by the look on her face...does
she look like shes under control to you?
MaryAnne glanced at the clock on the wall behind the bar
at the Boars Nest. Daisy was late. Daisy was usually never late.
MaryAnne shrugged and continued her work, filling popcorn bowls and
making sure there were plenty of supplies behind the bar, like clean
towels. A few moments later, the door of the Boars Nest opened
and MaryAnne looked up to see Daisy come in. She grinned.
Yer late there, missy.
So? Daisy shot back.
MaryAnne blinked. She watched Daisy walk across the floor
and then come behind the bar. The young Duke woman put her purse down
and then walked without a word towards Bosss office door where
the time sheet was posted on a clip board next to the door. Daisy marked
her time in.
Im not that late. Only five minutes, she
Yeah, well usually youre here a good 15 minutes
before we open.
Not my fault your cousin decided to pay a visit,
Daisy said as she returned to the bar.
Daisy shot MaryAnne a glance, but the deputy pretended not
Now MaryAnne knew Daisy pretty well, and had the odd
hunch that Roscos visit to the farm was something more than issuing
a trumped up charge to the boys. Besides, MaryAnne kept the CB radio
behind the bar tuned to the various popular channels of the Hazzard
Net...and the last thing she heard Rosco say was a reply to Cletuss
radio check, which was not his usual battle cry of hot pursuit!
Daisy managed to put on a show for customers, smiling as
pretty as usual as she delivered their orders. No one would have detected
anything was bothering her, not even Enos and Cletus, who stopped at
the Boars Nest for a short spell. It wasnt until Rosco
showed up, did things turn a little cool...
What are you doing here? Daisy asked, before
Rosco made it to the table where Enos and Cletus were. The Sheriff
looked at the waitress a little stunned and then looked around the
Boars Nest for an answer.
He pointed towards the deputies table. I was only
here to see them two dipsticks over there....
Better be a short visit, she commented before
turning back towards the bar.
Rosco glanced at MaryAnne, who could only shrug.
I dont know what you did, Sheriff, but you got
Daisy purty upset with ya, Cletus said as Rosco took a seat.
Cletus, hush, Rosco replied.
Now ol Rosco knew why Daisy was upset. He figured
Jesse had told her about their conversation at the grave site when
he had given her the photograph. Rosco wondered if given the picture
only made things worse.
Later, as Rosco was walking out towards his patrol car,
MaryAnne followed out after him.
Rosco, wait up a sec... She caught up to her
cousin. Whats going on?
Rosco sighed. I think Daisy knows what happened all
those years ago, when her folks died. Jesse musta told her. Which is
awright, not like it was anything she didnt deserve to know about.
Yeah, but you dont deserve to be treated like
that by her.
Rosco shrugged. Maybe. Shes just not as forgiving
as Jesse, thats all. Although I suppose I feel better knowing
shes mad at me.
Hush. It wasnt your fault, Rosco. I mean, I
can understand her bein upset and all but...oh heck. She
looked at Rosco sympathetically. Well just leave her alone.
Rosco nodded. Thats what I was figuring would
MaryAnne patted him on the arm. Dont let it
get to ya, k? Ill see ya later.
Yeah. The Sheriff made his way to his patrol
car, his young cousin watching him. MaryAnne had heard the story years
ago and knew Rosco had been carrying a lot more than just memories
with him ever since. It was nearing dusk in Hazzard County and the
white patrol car headed out with parking lights lit and fastly fading
down the highway.
* * *
Later that night when Daisy got home, the boys and Jesse were still
awake, waiting for her. When she walked in, she could tell that some
kind of spirited discussion had taken place during the afternoon. Jesse
and Luke were in the living room, the older Duke cousin leaning on
the mantle of the fireplace. Jesse was sitting on the sofa. Bo, she
figured, was probably in his room.
I dont want to talk about it, Uncle Jesse, she said
immediately and headed for her room. You probably got Bo and
Luke on your side on this anyways.
No, he doesnt, Bo said, now coming out of the room
he shared with Luke.
This isnt about whos on whos side, Jesse
said. This is about understanding what happened.
Oh I know what happened! Daisy exclaimed. Rosco didnt
do what he was supposed to do!
Daisy, you cant hold Rosco completely responsible,
Luke said. There was no way he could have predicted what would
Youre forgetting, Luke, he had pulled that drunk driver over
already that day, Bo said. What he should have done was
arrest the guy on the spot and get him off the roads.
Rosco did what he thought was right, Jesse said sternly.
Back then, anybody caught driving drunk wasnt necessarily
arrested. He turned his head to look at Daisy and Bo. Roscos
had to live with it for years, hes the one that found Ethan and
Lea and hes the one that came to tell me and Martha what had
happened. Jesse stood up now. Now, if you two want to go
and make him feel worse about it, you can, but I can tell you right
now that in the end its not going to make you feel any better,
But, Uncle Jesse--
Jesse held up a hand. I think Ive heard enough from the lot
of ya. He looked at his niece. Daisy, Im sorry. But
you know, as well as I do, that we cant change the past. And
wastin your energy to make somebody else feel worse than they
already do doesnt help anything. Jesse looked at each of
his kids for a moment.
Now Jesse understood why the boys and Daisy were reactin
the way they were. It was only natural. But Jesse was not about to
let it tear the family apart either.
Alright, Jesse said. Lets get some sleep, we
got a lot to do tomorrow.
The farm house was very quiet once everyone turned in for the night.
Daisy didnt even hear the boys talking like they usually did.
She sighed and went to her dresser to remove her earrings and comb
her hair. The photograph Rosco had left earlier was leaning against
her brush. She picked up the photo with one hand and the brush with
the other. She looked at the picture for a moment before placing it
aside. Was she wrong to be mad at Rosco? She brushed her hair, contemplating
the answer to that question. She stopped and looked at the reflection
that looked back at her.
You look just like your momma, Jesse had told her
often when growing up.
Daisy looked at the woman in the picture a moment and then back at herself.
A small grin came to her face. After a moment though, it faded. Often,
while growing up, Daisy had wondered what her folks had been like.
Jesse had many stories that helped her paint a picture in her mind
of them. But the painting was never complete, and often had sections
that were blurred.
Daisy finished combing her hair and then picked up the picture. She went
over to her bookcase and found her small photo album that held some
pictures of her parents and her when she was a baby. She opened the
book and found a place for the picture, carefully sliding it into place
in the cellophane pouch. She looked at it to make sure it was set right
and smoothed her fingers over the cellophane before closing the album.
Over on the other side of town, Rosco was doing some thinkin
Rosco had spent most of the afternoon trying to shrug the memories off,
as he had for the past two decades. But it was becoming more difficult
to do that, especially after Daisys reaction to him at the Boars
Nest. The Sheriff now sat in his living room, with Flash on his lap.
He stroked his fingers along the bassets back, staring out the window.
There were times he could forget what had happened, and then there
were those times when it became so intense it was as if everything
had just happened the day before.
Id do anything to go back and change it all, Flash,
he said softly. Flash looked up at him, seemingly sympathetic. She
then rested her head on his lap.
Rosco was still sitting that way when MaryAnne came in a few minutes
later. She spotted her cousin sitting in the living room and after
dropping her stuff at the bottom of the stairs, she walked in to join
him for a minute.
Thinkin about what happened? She sat down on the couch
that was to Roscos left.
He nodded and sighed. Yeah...I guess Im gonna be stayin
outta Daisys way for quite awhile. Tho, I cant blame
her. But...I just wish I could talk to her. He looked at MaryAnne.
That seem odd?
She shook her head. Naw. Theres only two people on this planet whose forgiveness matters to you. Hers. And yours.
She leaned forward. Ive the feelin I know whos
forgiveness is going to be the hardest to get.
Rosco looked at his cousin. He thought a moment. Mine?
She nodded. Give her some time. Im willing to guess after
shes lamented enough, Jesse will put her in line. Shell
wanna talk at some point.
Hope so. And I hope its sooner, rather than later.
MaryAnne smiled. She then got up. It will be. Come on, lets
get something to eat.
Ol Rosco made sure to stay out of Daisys way for awhile
and things in Hazzard were pretty quiet for a couple of days. But while
things were quiet in Hazzard, trouble was brewing in Atlanta.
A large man with a dark mustache and receding hairline sat behind a deep mahogany desk. His office looked out on the Atlanta skyline, but the view from this office was not as good as it had been from the office he had had three years ago. He had never forgotten the names or faces of the two country officers that had been part of his partial downfall then. Partial in that he himself had not been caught, but many of his associates had been, all but taking the legs out from under his operation.
For three years the word on the street was he was maintaining a low profile,
quietly putting his organization back together. However, that low profile
was triggering rumors that he no longer had the intestinal fortitude
of a Syndicate Don, that his new organization would be nothing more
than fluff, easy to take over. Other factions within Atlantas
underworld were getting
restless, young guns with ambition dreaming of taking the Big Mans place. Three years before, to think that would have been suicidal. Now, it was considered a glorious cause.
Thats Frankie Tyler, a Syndicate boss that Rosco and MaryAnne
helped to nearly catch back when MaryAnne was an officer in the Atlanta
PD. Needless to say, he might be lookin to get even...
The Big Man was aware of this and knew he had to begin to send the message
that his new organization was not fluff. And that to attempt to take
his place, would be fool hearted.
Tyler leaned forward and picked up the paper on his desk. His first order
that would secure his place in the Atlanta underworld. Below the paper
was the file that contained all the information his hit men would need.
Frankie smiled and placed the paper back down. He adjusted the gold
and diamond ring on his pinky finger and stood up. He nodded to his
Lieutenant and the other man quietly slipped out of the office. Frankie
adjusted his dark expensive suit jacket as he waited. A moment later,
the Lieutenant returned with two other men.
The two men knew why they were there. Theyre boss had a job for
them to do. An important job. One that if they messed up, would be
disastrous for more then just themselves.
The Big Man gestured for them to be seated. They did as they were told
as Frankie turned back to his desk to pick up the file folder and paper.
He turned back to his hit men.
This is your contract, he said handing the folder and paper
to the senior of the two men. The man looked at the paper and nodded,
showing it to his partner. Two names, joint contract. Nothing out of
the ordinary, other than the Big Mans request that the two be
brought to Atlanta first, before being dispatched. It was peculiar
to say the least, but both men knew not question it. They would do
as they were told.
The folder has all the information you need, locations, recent
photographs and other information. I expect the two to be brought back
here within 24 hours of when you leave here.
The two men nodded.
Once I have seen them, you will receive further instructions. Mistakes
are not affordable. He paused. Any questions?
The senior hitman opened the folder. Two photographs were on top. One
was a blurry photograph of a woman standing between a white Jeep and
a blue Firebird, waving to somebody out of view of the camera. The
building behind her was advertised as The Boars Nest.
The other picture was of the Sheriff of Hazzard County, Rosco P. Coltrane.
No, sir, the senior hitman answered.
Very well. I will see you two tomorrow then.
The two men nodded and stood up to leave. They walked out of the office,
now on a mission.
Friends and neighbors...I dont even want to think about it...
The next day, Rosco was sitting out at his favorite speedtrap. It was
late in the afternoon and the sun was bright. He squinted to see the
car coming down the road. The horn tooted and a hand waved out of the
open T-top of the blue Firebird. Rosco waved to his cousin and the
patrol cars siren gave a short whoop.
After a moment, Flash started pawing at the passenger door, the signal
that she needed to get out of the car. Rosco stepped out of the car
and watched Flash jump out of the car and disappear into the woods.
He stood, waiting for her with the door still open.
After a minute, Rosco glanced at his watch. Suddenly, something poked
in his back.
Afternoon, Sheriff. Dont turn around, dont make any
Ooh! Jit jit...now listen here...
The man took Roscos pearl handled pistol from the holster and tossed
it into the patrol car.
Alright now, the man said. He took a hold of Roscos
arm and turned him towards the woods in a different direction from
where Flash had gone.
Whats goin on here? Listen, Im the Sheriff, you
cant do this.
Just button up and walk, Sheriff. Dont make this difficult
Jit jit, what the heck did I do now???
While Rosco was being marched off to who knows where, Daisy was
doing the usual afternoon cleanup of the Boars Nest to get ready
for the evening crowd. And was about to get a visitor too...
The senior hitman had taken the responsibility of getting the Sheriff.
When the short message came over the CB that that had been taken care
of, the junior hitman acknowledged and said the second half of the
operation would ensue at that point. The
junior hit man looked around the parking lot of the Boars Nest. The Jeep was the only vehicle and it was the same as the one in the photograph. His information said that MaryAnne Coltrane worked as a waitress at this establishment along with being a deputy Sheriff. He had watched the courthouse in town and didnt see any women deputies come or go from the building so he found the Boars Nest....just after MaryAnne had left.
The junior hitman studied the blurred image in the photograph. He was
fairly sure he would recognize MaryAnne despite the womans features
being difficult to distinguish in the photo. After another moment,
he put the picture aside and got out of the car.
Now hes supposed to looking for MaryAnne. And Daisys
the only one in the Boars Nest. And that picture wasnt
all that clear....
The junior hit man quietly made his way into the Boars Nest through
the side entrance that led to the storage room. His steps were quiet
as he moved towards the door that led to the bar. He glanced through
the small window on the swinging door and
spotted Daisy, from behind, sweeping the floor near the jukebox. She had the figure, although she seemed thinner than what was in the picture. The hair was brown...
The second hitman stepped back and pulled a cloth and small bottle from
his pocket. He prepared the cloth and tucked the bottle back in his
pocket. He then resumed watching the waitress, waiting for his opportunity
Uh huh...you know whats gonna happen...
Daisy finished sweeping the floor and returned the broom behind the bar.
She then wetted a cloth and headed over to the booth near the wooden
Indian to clean up where some soda had spilled onto the seat.
The hitman saw his chance. Quietly he opened the door and started to
move towards Daisy. He held the cloth out in his open hand, ready to
wrap it around her face. When Daisy realized somebody was behind her,
it was too late. She turned slightly,
raising an arm to the man, but he grabbed her with one hand and forced the cloth to her mouth and nose, muffling her yelp and knocking her out in a matter of moments. When she was completely unconscious, the hitman shoved the cloth into his outer jacket pocket and carried Daisy out of the Boars Nest.
Dang it, I hate it when Daisys in trouble!
Back at Roscos speedtrap, Flash returned to find her daddy gone.
Woof! the basset barked at the patrol car. She then looked
around the area.
I feel bad for Flash too.
Now while Rosco and Daisy were disappearin, the rest of Hazzard
was oblivious that anything had gone wrong.
Bo and Luke were at Cooters garage having a friendly argument,
over whos date the evening before was better looking, when Maverick
came into town. The boys stopped and with Cooter watched the blue Firebird
drive by towards Rhuebottoms General Store. MaryAnne waved and
the boys and Cooter waved back.
No contest, Cooter said. MaryAnnes better looking
than BOTH of the girls you went out with last night.
The boys chuckled.
Over at the courthouse, Boss was trying to get Rosco on the radio.
Rosco! You knucklehead, are you out there??
Silence was all that answered. Boss put the CB mike down in defeat and walked out of his office.
* * *
Listen uh, where exactly are we going? Rosco asked. He had
an idea of a general direction, but was still at a complete loss as
to what was going on.
Youll know when we get there.
You know kidnappings a federal offense. An kidnapping an
officer of the law thats--thats...a really offensive offense!
The senior hitman didnt reply and turned his car onto Route 35.
Rosco looked out the back window. He thought of Flash and how she was
going to come back to the patrol car and he wasnt going to be
there. Just stay with the patrol car sweetheart, hopefully MaryAnne
or somebody will see somethings wrong on their way to the Boars
The other vehicle that was carrying Daisy quietly slipped through the
shadows of Hazzard heading for the Interstate Highway that would take
it to Atlanta. The driver had no conversation with Daisy, for the young
woman was still unconscious.
Flash, meanwhile, didnt wander far from the patrol car and howled
every so often as if calling for Rosco. She watched the road and when
she saw the blue car coming closer Flash took a few steps towards the
road, barking like crazy.
MaryAnne looked and saw the patrol cars door was wide open. She
pulled Maverick to side of the road and stepped out of the car, with
Flash running over to her barking up a storm.
Flash, honey, what are you doing wanderin around here?
MaryAnne bent down and scooped up the basset hound. Flash squirmed
a little and MaryAnne figured the puppy was upset by something.
Rosco? MaryAnne walked to the patrol car and looked in. She
then looked around the woods. Rosco, you around here?!
The only thing that replied were the squawking crows. MaryAnne didnt
like the feeling she was getting. With her foot, she closed the patrol
cars door and carried Flash to Maverick.
MaryAnne figured she better look around, to make sure Rosco hadnt
taken ill or something before she went on ahead to the Boars
Nest. Any idea what shes gonna think when she gets to the Boars
Nest and finds Daisy gone too?
Flash watched anxiously from the drivers side window of Maverick
as MaryAnne stepped into the woods to look for her cousin. After a
fruitless search, MaryAnne returned to the patrol car. She got in and
started the car and found it worked fine. She cut the engine and then
was about to pick up the CB mike when she spotted Roscos pearl
handled pistol on the floor by the passenger seat. She leaned over
and picked it up, looking at it curiously.
Why would Rosco leave his gun behind? She laid it down on the
seat and then picked up the CB mike. Enos? Cletus? You fellas
got yer ears on? This is MaryAnne...
This is Enos.
And this is Cletus Hogg reportin.
Either one of you heard from Rosco in the last...I dunno, 45 minutes
No, MaryAnne, Enos replied. I havent heard from
Sheriff Rosco since he left for patrol earlier.
I aint heard from him either, Cletus said. Although,
Cousin Boss tried to raise the Sheriff on the CB and didnt have
any luck. That was about...twenty minutes ago?
Is there something wrong, MaryAnne? Enos asked.
I aint sure, Enos. Im sitting in his patrol car at
his favorite speed trap and he aint here. But Flash is still
here and the patrol car runs fine. And his gun is here. It aint
like him to just take off.
Umm...didja look around? Cletus asked. Maybe hes...uhh...
I looked around. I called his name. He aint here fellas.
Listen, Im gonna go on ahead to the Boars Nest and bring
Flash with me. Yall wanna come out and bring his patrol car in?
Sure thing, MaryAnne, Enos said.
Thats a big ten-four, Cletus signed off.
MaryAnne put the mike down and got out of the patrol car. After a moment, Maverick was heading towards the Boars Nest.
* * *
When Daisy awoke, all that filled her ears was the sound of a cars tires
traveling on a highway. A cool breeze blew in from the open driver
window and Daisy gripped the back seat that she was laying on. The
vinyl was cracked right where the simulated stitching was. Her head
was a little foggy but she could recall, faintly, somebody grabbing
her at the Boars Nest. One thing was clear, she was in some kind
Slowly, Daisy pushed herself into a sitting position. She looked out
the window at the scenery going by at 55 miles an hour. She then turned
to look at the driver, who was watching her in the rearview mirror.
Who are you? she asked.
Who I am is irrelevant, he replied turning his eyes back
to the road. You wont be seeing enough of me to warrant
knowing my name.
Where are you taking me?
The junior hitman smirked. To meet your cousin.
Cousin? Where the boys in trouble too? Why did he only say cousin
and not cousins?
Daisy gasped. What have you done with my cousins!
Why dont you just relax, darlin, well be there
What ever youre trying to pull you wont get away with
The hitman chuckled. You sure are brave arent you? I suppose
in your line of work you have to be. It can be fool hearted too.
Daisy stared at him. Brave to be a waitress? Um..okay...
* * *
MaryAnne pulled up the Boars Nest.
Okay, Flash, you wanna come in or do you wanna sit in Maverick?
The basset responded by curling up in the passenger seat.
I dont blame ya. MaryAnne chuckled and stepped out
of the Firebird. She entered the Boars Nest and looked around.
Daisy? She walked over to Bosss office and looked in.
No Daisy. MaryAnne then crossed the floor and went into the storage
room and didnt find Daisy there either. She came back out into
the Boars Nest and stood for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought
Poor MaryAnnes gonna think that she and Flash are the only
ones left in Hazzard before too long.
First Rosco disappears now Daisys missin, Jesse
said. He and the boys along with Enos and Cletus were gathered at the
Boars Nest. MaryAnne had called all of them when she couldnt
It is kinda strange, Enos said.
Maybe they met up somewhere to have a talk about Daisys folks?
On foot? MaryAnne asked.
Bo made a face. True, that didnt make much sense.
Luke shook his head. No, it aint like either of em
to just take off. Especially not without tellin somebody.
Then Daisys in some kind of trouble, Jesse said.
Looks that way.
Its possible they were kidnapped, MaryAnne said. Why
them two specifically, I aint sure. But with the way things were
left, Roscos patrol car and Flash and here with the Jeep, its
a strong suggestion.
Maybe we better be calling the FBI on this, Jesse said.
* * *
The Dukes, Enos, Cletus and MaryAnne all came filing into the booking
room, startling Boss Hogg.
Enos! Cletus! Where have you two cowchips been?--What are you Dukes
Boss, we gotta situation, Luke said. We think Daisy
and Rosco have been kidnapped.
Theyve disappeared, MaryAnne said. Rosco left
his patrol car out at his favorite speedtrap with Flash and Daisy just
disappeared from the Boars Nest.
Well who would kidnap both Rosco and Daisy? Boss asked.
Thats the part we cant figure out, Cletus said.
Ill go ahead and call the FBI, MaryAnne, Enos announced.
Boss blinked. FBI?
Kidnappins a federal offense, Bo reminded Boss. And
Im sure kidnapping a Sheriff gets complicated.
Unless, J.D., you know something about this? Jesse questioned.
What? Jesse, I aint got nothin to do with this! What
could make you think such a thing?
Ol Boss just gets nervous if the FBIs gonna be pokin
around in Hazzard is all. I think we can figure why.
While Enos was calling in the report to the FBI in Atlanta, Rosco
and Daisy were about to find out what was going on.
Rosco had started to get an odd feeling of deja vu when the hitman
led him into an office complex in downtown Atlanta. They walked through
modernly decorated hallways and took an elevator to the 6th floor.
There, Rosco was escorted to an empty office, his gun belt, sans gun
which had been left back in Hazzard, was taken from him and he and
the hitman waited.
He looked at the paintings on the wall, not particularly impressed by any of them, other than one of a dozen long stem red roses, spread on a white table. It was almost like the vase had tipped over, petals had fallen off, leaves were scattered near the stems. But in the midst of chaos, the roses still maintained their graceful beauty.
Rosco turned his attention away from the painting when he heard a door
click. He looked over to see Frankie Tyler enter the room. The Syndicate
Don looked at the law man and gave a peculiar smile.
Rosco stared, recognizing the face but not being able to put a name to
Good afternoon, Sheriff, the Big Man said. Did you
have a pleasant ride?
Rosco was still staring, racking his brain trying to figure why the man
looked so familiar. He drew in a breath and was about to ask a question
when voices were heard in the hall outside the room. The door on the
other side of the office suddenly opened.
Get your hands off me!
Rosco looked and then suddenly stood up when he recognized Daisy. She
was struggling against the hold the other man had on her. He let go
of her now and she looked at the Don and then at Rosco. Her face went
from fighter to utter confusion.
Rosco, whats going on here? she demanded as she walked
around the furniture and came up beside the Sheriff.
Suddenly it hit Rosco like a slap in the face. He looked at the Don,
Frankie Tyler, with a look a that should have shown the Big Man that
he had made a mistake.
Dont you see, Miss Coltrane? Frankie asked.
Daisy looked at Frankie. Coltrane?
Rosco cringed. This isnt MaryAnne...
The expression on the Dons face went cold. Daisy looked back and
forth between him and Rosco. She realized that whatever she had been
pulled into, it was all a terrible mistake.
Oh my Lord... she said softly.
The hitman who had been given the task of catching MaryAnne paled. The
Don took a few steps towards Daisy, studying the womans face.
She was not the officer he remembered. He turned to his hitman.
This is not the girl...
She was the only one in the road house--
Silence! There is no excuse for this poor performance! I now must
clean up your mess... He turned back to Rosco and Daisy.
Look uh.. Rosco started. She doesnt know who
you are or what happened three years ago. Why dont you just let
I can not do that, Sheriff Coltrane, and even you know that. I
will still get your cousin. The young woman here...it is unfortunate
that my associate made a mistake. And I have no choice but to dispatch
her, as I must you.
Wait a minute, Daisy started in protest. Now I dont
have any idea whats going on here or who you are--
Young lady, the mere fact that you have seen my face and know where
this office is located... He shook his head. Im afraid
I can not let you go. Certainly not with you being the last person
to see the Sheriff here alive.
Daisys eyes were wide. But youve got the wrong girl!
Frankie ignored her and turned to his two hitmen. Dispatch them.
And try not to screw this up too, you think?
Yes, sir, the senior hitman replied and his partner hurried
over to help escort Rosco and Daisy out of the office. Daisy resisted
for a moment and then stopped when she felt a gun poke into her side.
Youre really batting a thousand now arent you, Rosco?
Daisy said as they were led out of the office.
Yep, I was waitin for her to say something like that...
Rosco and Daisy were hustled out of the office complex and taken down
to the basement level. They were pushed into a black Mercedes and the
car drove out of the lower parking garage and onto the street. They
headed south, and Rosco figured a swampy ditch was waiting for them.
While one hitman was driving, the other was turned in the passenger seat,
keeping a watchful eye and gun on the Sheriff and waitress. The drive
was quiet as they left the city limits. Daisy just stared out the tinted
window, but Rosco was watching the gunman, trying to brew an escape
plan. One that would work with or without Daisys help.
What makes you think youre gonna be able to shoot us with
that gun? Rosco asked suddenly.
The hitman grinned. I pull the trigger and poof, youre gone.
Rosco shook his head. That aint what I meant. Youre
eyesight aint good enough to tell Daisy here from MaryAnne, what
makes you think you can see well enough to hit us?
The hitman raised the gun and moved it closer to Roscos forehead,
the cold barrel touching just lightly.
A blind man could make a shot at this range, the hitman said.
Jeeee...yeah. Rosco cringed.
Daisy turned her head to look. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Well, Is just askin!
The hitman took the gun back and chuckled. Im probably a
better shot than you, Sheriff.
Rosco raised a fist to the man. Jit jit, thats what you think...
You are, Daisy said. Everybodys a better shot
than Rosco here.
Hush. I could part this guys hair... Rosco glanced
at the mans balding head. course he aint got
much hair to part. Khee!
The hitman scowled. The driver chuckled.
Shut up man.
Rosco eyed the driver who stopped chuckling but still had a grin on his
face. The hitman took his eyes off Rosco long enough to glance at the
driver. It was all Rosco needed.
Daisy screamed as Rosco lunged for the gun in the hitmans hand.
He grabbed it, but the gunman wasnt about to let go. The barrel
faced the driver and then the front windshield. The Mercedes swerved
as the driver tried to help his partner fight Rosco off, but the Sheriff
was giving them everything he had.
Daisy was watching the struggle and snapped out of her stare long enough
to look to see if the door was unlocked. It was and she pulled the
latch, opening the door. The car swerved again and was already slowing
down enough for Daisy to jump out of the car. She hit the shoulder
of the road, tumbled and rolled in the dirt and when she stopped she
looked up to see the Mercedes going down the road, the back door still
Rosco kept fighting. The gunman tried to grab at the Sheriffs face
or throat, but Rosco knocked the other hand away. He managed to curl
his finger around the trigger of the gun and pulled it, sending the
bullet smashing out the front windshield of the car. Both the gunman
and driver flinched. The Mercedes swerved again and Rosco got an elbow
to the gunmans face, stunning the man long enough for Rosco to
knock the other mans other hand on the dashboard, causing the
gun to drop to the floor of the car.
Rosco then quickly slid across the backseat and dove out of the Mercedes.
Daisy saw him as she got to her feet. She also saw the taillights of
the Mercedes light up and the car came to a screeching stop. Daisy
made a beeline for the woods.
Rosco heard the squealing tires too and scrambled to his feet, heading for the woods. The two hitmen jumped out of the Mercedes.
Wheres the girl?
I dunno, lets get the Sheriff. Shes gotta be back that
The gunman waved his weapon at his partner and they took off into the
woods. Daisy watched them from behind a tree.
Daisy wasnt sure what to do now. Even tho she was mad
at Rosco, she couldnt bring herself to start walkin back
towards Atlanta, but she knew she wasnt going to be much help
to Rosco if she tried to find him.
Daisy looked to the heavens for some kind of answer, frustration clear
on her face.
You can blame Uncle Jesses upbringing for that.
Rosco, meanwhile, was far enough ahead of the two hitman that he turned
and headed north towards Atlanta and hoping to find Daisy. The two
hitmen realized they were wasting time and figured Rosco and Daisy
would try to get back to Atlanta. They turned around and hurried back
to their Mercedes, before a passing motorist noticed and called the
As they turned the car around, they both looked towards the woods and
down the embankment where Rosco and Daisy had disappeared. Slowly the
Mercedes got up to speed and headed back to Atlanta.
Daisy waited for the car to be completely out of her line of sight before
she walked out of the woods. She could see the cityscape of Atlanta
off in the distance and figured her best bet would be to head back,
maybe find a police station. She then turned and looked back at the
Rosco saw her and ran through the woods towards her. He came out about
ten feet away from where she was.
You alright, Daisy?
Yeah... She then sighed, her anger towards Rosco returning.
Argh, Rosco I cant believe this happening. You--you...Youre
gonna get another Duke killed aint ya? she stammered out.
Rosco looked at her, more disappointed than hurt. Youre welcome,
he shot back. He started marching off towards the road.
Daisys eyes flared. How can you say that!
Rosco stopped and looked at her. I got you outta that car didnt
I? Or would you rather be on your way to a ditch somewhere?
Oh well, thanks a lot. Thanks for gettin me into this whole
mess to begin with.
Not my fault they confused you for MaryAnne. Only now theyre
gonna be goin back to Hazzard to get MaryAnne! And theyre
gonna do to her what they were gonna do to you. And I aint gonna
be able to stop em!
Well, Im...Im sorry, Daisy said.
Do you have any idea, any idea at all of what they were probably
gonna do to you? Besides kill of ya of course.
Daisy stared at the Sheriff. His blue eyes showed hurt but were intense
You dont mean...?
Rosco nodded. Theyre Syndicate boys, Daisy. And then
in a voice more serious than Daisy had ever heard from Rosco in her
life. They would have had a good time with you first.
Daisy was silent now.
Yeah... Rosco said and continued on towards Atlanta. After a moment, Daisy followed.