Disclaimer: Thank you for reading this. I do not own the Dukes of Hazzard. Although I wish I did all I own is sunshine and Breanna. And thank Baseballfan44 for helping me.

It was as peaceful a morning as could be expected in Hazzard County. A young woman was driving down a road. She was on her way to visit her older brother, to tell her their dear mother had recently passed away. She was totally alone, and she needed the company of her brother.

Just then, a police car pulled out behind the woman. She picked up her CB radio.

"Is there a problem, officer?" she asked innocently.

"I'm Sheriff Roossssssssscoo P. Coooooltrane," the police officer said. "And you need ta pull over, cause yer speedin', miss."

The woman sighed. "Sorry Sheriff, but I need to get goin'. I'm visitin' my kin." She sped up and jumped over the creek, Fox Creek. She saw Rosco try and fail to make the jump. She looked in her rearview mirror to make sure the Sheriff was all right before continuing.

Balladeer: Now don't she remind ya'll a bit o' the Duke boys?

Upon reaching the town called Hazzard, the woman went to the only garage in the whole town. It had a very original name; it was called the "Hazzard Garage."

Slowly, she advanced toward the mechanic under the hood. She knocked on the hood. She startled the mechanic, whom we all know as Cooter Davenport, and he hit his head on the hood.

"Aw, ding dang it!" he cursed. He looked up and was surprised to see this particular woman standing there.

"Bre!" he exclaimed. "How ya bin?"

I wonder how Cooter knows her.

"Hey there big brother," she said. "Not too great. Mom, well, she, kinda, died." She took on a solemn tone.

Balladeer: I don't know 'bout ya'll but I don't remember Cooter sayin' he had a little sister.

Cooter looked somewhat startled by the news that their dear old mother passed on. He knew she had cancer, but he didn't know she was going to be taken away so soon.

"How come ya didn't call me sooner?"

"Ya never really yer phone number, Coot," she said.

Cooter looked shell-shocked. "I'm sorry Breanna."

Breanna smiled a little. "I have no money, or any place to go, so I was kinda wondering . . ."

Cooter interrupted her. "Say no more. Mi casa es su casa. Besides, I could use a little help 'round here, and I was gonna hire outside help, but who can I trust more than my own sister?" He smiled.

They walked into the garage. "Thanks," Breanna said gratefully.

Cooter looked back outside and saw a baby blue '69 Dodge Challenger parked there. The number 33 was painted in black, and yellow cursive letters spelled out "Sunshine." Also, a yellow rose was painted on the top of the car. His jaw dropped. "Is that yer car?"

Breanna nodded. "Yeah. Do mind if I bring 'er in? She's a little worn out. I just jumped over Fox Creek in this thing."

Cooter nodded. "Hey what d'ya say you get cleaned up and I take ya ta go meat my friends, the Dukes."

Breanna and Cooter definitely shared one trait. They both loved food. So Cooter completely understood when she said, "Are they gonna invite us to dinner?"

Cooter laughed. "I have a standing invitation there for anytime I wanna eat there. We'll use it tonight."

They went upstairs.

Ok well that is all for now the next one should be up soon.