Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Hardcastle and McCormick. I am not making any money from this poor attempt at a drabble.
The ending to "She Ain't Deep, but She Sure Runs Fast" is ridiculously unbelievable. I offer this answer to Owl's drabble challenge in the same spirit.
Dueling Yokels
by e-pony
"Hey, Judge!" Mark elbowed the man beside him excitedly. "Did you see the way that waitress was staring at me? There might be something to this mountain-man look after all."
"What? Besides givin' ya a place to keep your leftovers?" Hardcastle scoffed, brushing the crumbs roughly from his friend's unkempt beard.
"Cut that out! I'm not a kid."
"Then stop acting like one, and get rid of that thing. Makes ya look like a yokel."
"A yokel!" Mark shot back incredulously. "Me?" He shook his head. "I'll get rid of it, Judge Crockett, when you stop wearing that coonskin cap."