It was a late Sunday afternoon. Hazzard County was in bloom, flowers growing all around and the trees in bloom. If there was a snapshot of what nature looked like decked out for a sweetheart, it was late April. Bo stood out in the yard, throwing a football with his cousin.

"Bo" Uncle Jesse shouted from the porch.

"What is it Uncle Jesse?" he asked as he caught the football and walked over to the porch.

"You've got a girl on the telephone for ya" he said trying to hide his own personal smile. Of the dozens of sweethearts, lovers, and flings Bo Duke had been through, there were a few choice canidates that Jesse kept in mind as girls that might one day convince Bo to settle down. The girl on the line had been one of those for a while.

"Hello" Bo said in his soft voice reserved for romantic interests.

"Hey Bo" came a high Texan accent mixed with a southern drawl. Bo paused.

"Scarlett?" he asked in disbelief.

"Sure is, say, Uncle Jesse already said you and Luke would be willin' but I wanted to ask you personally. Can you do me a favor?"

Swift images of a sweet blonde girl of sixteen who he'd loved for a whole summer danced through his head.

"Sure, anything you need."

"Can you pick me up from the Atlanta airport this Saturday?" she asked. "I know it's kinda short notice."

"Say no more Scarlett Jean Summers, we'll be there. What time do you land?"

"Five in the afternoon, and I can't thank you enough Bo" she exclaimed.

"But I thought you were living in Texas? you just coming back for a visit?" Bo asked.

"No" she said softly. Last Bo had heard of Scarlett was that she was going Texas A&M after moving out with her dad when her mother died. He had heard rumors of her being engaged or something from her grandma who lived on the edge of town and helped her son run the general store. And that was about two years back. "I wanted to spend the summer with grandma, I might be coming back for good" she hinted "I love Texas, but Hazzard is home."

"Well I can't wait to see you" he said his voice going up a bit in pitch.

"Thanks again Bo, you're the best" she said happily.

"Wouldn't be the first time you said that" Bo teased.

"Hush Bo Duke!" she chided laughing as she remembered a tall skinny boy running through April flowers with her and going swimming all summer.

"Who was that?" Luke asked casually as Bo came back out into the yard.

"Scarlett Summers" he said laughing.

"Your Summer Girl Scarlett Summers?" Luke asked incredulously. "I thought she was in Texas getting married to some oil baron's son or something" he said.

"I thought so too, but it would seem her g'ma was misinformed, she's coming back to Hazzard" Bo said smiling. It's not that he wanted to rekindle things with an old flame, not that he didn't at least have a passing notion of doing so, but he had missed her. He'd thought of her as the one that got away for a while after she had moved away.

That Saturday Luke stuck his head in at the door of his and Bo's room, finding his cousin caught between which shirt to wear.

"Hey Daisy! Bo is having an identity crisis again, will you come pick the peacock out a shirt" Luke shouted down the hall to Daisy. She put her head in at the door.

"Go with blue Bo" she shouted before disappearing "how many times do I have to say, go with blue, it brings out your eyes."

"But I don't wanna look like I'm trying to impress her" Bo protested.

"Well you are aren't you?" Luke teased.

"That's not the point Luke" he said flustered, putting on his red plaid shirt over a black one. He wouldn't be conned into thinking he was trying to make a play for Scarlett Summers, he wasn't. He was just picking up an old flame and good friend from an airport. Nothing more. No expectations. For all he knew, she was still engaged to the bigwheel from Texas. Or she had outgrown simple country boys while off in Texas. She probably liked cowboys wrapped in dark blue Wranglers now with boots with silver spurs on them. Anyway, he was just happy to see her again. That was it. Now which belt was he going to where he puzzled over. The big buckled one, yeah, of course. Texans like their belt buckles big, he'd go with that one.