Disclaimer: I do not own the Dukes of Hazzard but I wish I did. (Mainly Bo and Luke)

I also want to thank my Co-writer baseballfan44. Without her none of this would ever of happened.

On with the story

Her life, like many others in Hazzard, was fine, at least at first. She had finally decided it was time to retire. Her NASCAR racing crew had told her that Hazzard was a good place to settle down.

Balladeer: Ok now let me fill ya'll in. For those of ya'll that are familiar with Hazzard, this purty little lady's crew happened to consist of Coy and Vance Duke. She's Breanna Marie Roberts, that famous NASCAR lady racer. If ya'll don't already know who she is, yer about ta find out.

Breanna stepped into the Boar's Nest. It was her first day in Hazzard. A woman with brown hair who wore short shorts came to take her order. "I'd like a beer," Breanna said. " By the way, would you happen to know where the old Roberts place is?" She tucked a lock of her cornsilky blonde hair behind her ear. Men looked at her in awe as they saw how her hair came down almost to her butt.

"Yeah, I know where it is. I'm off work in fifteen minutes. I'll show it to ya. It's just down the road from my house. I'm Daisy Duke by the way," she said as she handed the newcomer a beer.

"Thanks! I'm Breanna Roberts. Some fellas told me that Hazzard was my type of county. " Breanna mentioned as she sat down on a stool.

"Daisy, could you get us the usual?" a brunette man hollered. He sat down a few barstools away from Breanna. A blonde man was with him, and he sat down right next to her.

"So what's a pretty thing like you doin' here in Hazzard County? I ain't never seen ya here before," said the blonde, flashing her a boyish grin that she instantaneously fell in love with.

"What d'ya think? What do most people do? I'm livin'. I got a house to live in," Breanna said flirtatiously as the blonde's brunette companion chortled.

"Sorry, that there's my cousin Bo. He's got a thing with the ladies. That other one there, he's my other cousin, Luke," Daisy explained.

"Hey! It's great to have you here in Hazzard. I'm sorry for Bo here.

His mouth is bigger than his brain," Luke joked as he shook Breanna's hand.

"Cute," Bo said indicating Luke's remark.

"That's okay. Y'know, Daisy I really got to get goin', I'll go find the old Robert place myself." Breanna got up and headed towards the door.

"Hey wait I'll show you the way!" Bo called out. He looked back at Luke "You comin', Luke?"

"Nah, I'll stay with Daisy. I've had enough of your crazy drivin', and besides, you two look ya wanna be alone."

"Bye Breanna! I'll come see if ya need any help later!" Daisy called out.

Outside, Bo had some questions. "When you said Breanna Roberts, did ya mean you're THE Breanna Roberts? The Breanna Roberts, who is the first successful female racer in NASCAR? The Breanna Roberts who won three trophies this year?"

Breanna smiled a radiant smile at Bo's innocence and cuteness. "Yes, I'm THAT Breanna Roberts." She made her way over to her jet black '72 Dodge Challenger.

Bo looked at the car in awe. The white number on the side read 00. Roses—roses of yellow, red, white, and pink—were painted on the top of the car. And on top of the roses there was an angel painted on. Purple, cursive, swoopy letters spelled out "Angel," the car's name. Bo's eyes lit up, like a four-year-old in a candy store.

"Wow," Bo marveled. "How 'bout we take yer car? Can I drive?"

Breanna pushed back a lock of Bo's hair out of his eyes. "Sure, Bo, if that's what you want."

Upon pulling out of the Boar's Nest, Hazzard County Sheriff, sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane, immediately pulled out behind them.

Balladeer: Well, now, I wonder what ol' Rosco's gonna do when he finds out Bo's behind the wheel of that there car.

"Hang on," Bo warned. "This is gonna get bumpy." He smiled.

Meanwhile, inside Rosco's car, he was wondering where this car came from.

"Flash, do you remember the Boss sayin' anything 'bout a race? Cause this sure looks like a racecar."

Flash just blinked in reply. Just then, Bo leaned his head out and waved to Rosco.

"Bye, bye Rosco!" he called out.

"Did you see that, Flash?" Rosco asked his Basset hound companion. "We got Bo Duke for grand theft auto! He must have stolen that car!" After a closer look, he saw that it was Angel, that that girl drove in NASCAR. "Oooooooooooo! Flash, we really do got 'im! Ya know who that car belongs to? A NASCAR driver! We got 'im! Khew, khew, khew!"

Inside Angel, Breanna was becoming curious. "Shouldn't you stop for him? He's the sheriff!"

This girl obviously ain't been ta Hazzard before. "That ain't how it works here in Hazzard. Don't worry, I'll shake 'im." Afew seconds later, he warned her. "Hang on ta somethin'."

Before Breanna could say anything, Angel was flyin' through the air over the creek bed. Bo let out a "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW When they landed, Breanna was impressed. "Bo! That was—that was amazing!"Bo just grinned. "Thank you," he proudly. He turned around just in time to see Rosco falling almost gracefully into the creek, creating a big SLASH!

The sound of the sirens became contorted as they were filled with water. "Ooooo, Flash, are you alright, velvet ears?" Rosco got a big "Woof!" in response. "That was a horrendous crash!"

Bo laughed, and he and his new potential love interest drove away.

Now Bo and Breanna didn't stay too long at the old Roberts' place, because Bo wanted to go back to the Boar's Nest. It started out as a peaceful evening, but this is Hazzard, and that didn't last too long.

After their second dance of the evening, Bo went to use the bathroom and Breanna sat back at their table.

Balladeer: See that fella there in the corner? That's Jack Haysbee. He's fairly new to Hazzard, and he's gotta lot o' mean bones in his body.

Haysbee spotted the pretty blonde sitting by herself and went over to welcome her.

"Hey there purty thang," he said, his smile flashing many gold teeth. "You wanna dance with me?"

"Um, no thank you," Breanna said calmly.

"I betcha you do," Haysbee said threateningly.

"I betcha she don't," a voice said. Haysbee turned around to find an angry Bo staring at him.

Bo's 6'3 frame stood a few inches over the short, stocky man. But Haysbee still looked threatening anyhow.

"Maybe the lady'd like ta dance with a real man," Haysbee commented.

A fuse blew in Bo, and he threw a punch at Haysbee. Chaos engulfed the bar, and soon everyone was fighting somebody. But the worst came when Haysbee, who was apparently stronger than he looked, picked up Bo, held him high over his head, and through him over the bar into the glasses, knocking him to the floor. No sooner had he landed there than darkness consumed his mind.

It took people a few minutes to notice. At least until some guy punched Cooter Davenport, a friend of the Dukes, and slammed him onto the bar. He fell over and landed on top of Bo.

"Hey, wake up, buddyroo," Cooter pleaded. "Hey ya'll! Someone's really been hurt!"

Luke glanced over and noticed Cooter's black eye. "Yeah, Coot; black eyes don't happen too much during bar fights," he quipped.

"No," Breanna broke in after taking a glance down at Bo. "He means Bo."

Luke, and Daisy too, looked over the bar and saw their younger cousin laying there with a couple gashes on his forehead.

Ok that is the end of this chapter. I had to put the cliffy in there to make sure you came back.

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