Hi guys! I'm sure you've noted the summary was very vague, and I have a reason for that- I don't want you guys to know whats going to happen. I feel like if I make a summary it will ruin the surprise/shock affect. Please read the first chapter before you make the decision to not read the story- because I promise this is going to be great! As usual, Waylon's narration is in bold italics to separate it from the story and authors note.
By now ya'll probably know 'bout how things work in Hazzard County. People work hard, fight to pay the mortgage and stay out of debt in an honest manner. Well, most of em'.
Cooter could feel the hot sun pounding down on his back as he bent over the Boss's broken down Cadillac, searching for the problem.
Pulling off his greasy old cap, he straightened up to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
Sure, he was glad it wasn't cold outside anymore, but this weather was roastin' him up like one of Uncle Jesse's thanksgivin turkeys.
Putting his cap back on, he put his hands against the hood of the car; it was obvious what was causing the car not to run.
Cooter gave a sigh, turning towards the garage doors as he pulled a grease rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands off. He sat down on the work table, picking up the phone and dialing the number to Boss's office at the courthouse, where he was sure he would be considering he had the car, and Rosco's police car was still parked across the street.
"J.D Hogg speakin." Boss picked up on the other end of the phone line.
"Howdy Boss," Cooter smiled even though he knew Boss couldn't see it," I figured out what was wrong with her." he waved at Bo and Luke as the General Lee pulled up next to Boss's car.
"Then why ain't you fixin' it instead of callin' me?" Boss retorted as he picked up a piece of thickly sliced ham.
"Cause I gotta tell you its gonna be about a hundred bucks to fix it and thats not includin' the service charge." Cooter said as Bo and Luke were climbing from General's window and walking over to him.
"One hundred dollars?!" Boss exploded.
"Yep, and if you ain't gonna pay it, I ain't gonna fix it." Cooter replied promptly.
"Fine, whatever." Boss fumed as he slammed the phone down to hang it up. It would come out of his drivers pay check anyway. Right now this ham was all that mattered...
Cooter hung up the phone, "Howdy boys." he grinned, happy to see his brothers in the Lord.
"Howdy Cooter." they both said happily.
"Havin' trouble with Boss not payin you?" Luke asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Cooter stood up, "You know usually I'd just fix it and charge em but they owe me a good 800 dollars, so this time I wanted to let him know I ain't fixin it for free."
Bo whistled, propping his hands up on his hips, "Well, Coot, we was comin' by to see if you wanted to ride down to the Boars Nest for a drink with us."
"And we're buyin'." Luke added.
Cooter grinned, "You sure do strike a hard bargain, boys."
Bo smiled as he started back to the General, "Yeah and Uncle Jesse is waitin' to play a game of chess with ya."
Cooter cocked his head to the side, pointing a finger at his friend.
"Let me just close up, "he said reaching up and pulling the door down, glancing towards the bus stop as he turned the lock to the side.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
A sandy blonde, curly haired girl stepped off, a suitcase held tightly in her left hand as she used the left to block the sun from her eyes.
Before he could get a close look at her she was covered up by other passengers getting off the bus, and in a moment she was gone.
"Cooter!" Bo called from the General's driver seat, " Let's go!"
"Yeah, ok." Cooter forced himself to pull away and climb inside to the General Lee's back seat.
Bo reached turned to look at Cooter in the back seat, wiping his finger under Cooters chin, "Looks like you gotta bit of drool there Cooter, who was you eye ballin' so hard huh?"
Cooter swatted at Bo's hand, "Nobody."
"Mmmmhmmm." Bo looked to Luke as they both laughed playfully.
"Alright, alright," Cooter smiled, "we goin to get that drink or what?"
