Just a Hazzard
A Dukes of Hazzard Story
Summary: Wayland Sequoyah Lacy is on the cusp of turning 18 when a tragic accident takes the life of his father. He, and his mother, Adsila, return to her hometown of Hazzard. Romance blooms, secrets are revealed, and one of those secrets will change everything.
Author's Note: Hi, soooo first Dukes of Hazzard fanfiction...like at all. Just a heads up this takes place eighteen years after the events of Hazzard Reunion so it's 2015 in this story. Hazzard in Hollywood might be mentioned. I need to rewatch it. By the way it helps to listen to the theme song from the show as it helps set the mood, I guess you could say. Well, that's it from me. I hope you enjoy!
The Balladeer speaks like this.
Just a good ol' boys,
Never meanin' no harm,
Beats all you've ever saw, been in trouble with the law since the day they was born.
Straight'nin' the curves,
Flat'nin' the hills.
Someday the mountain might get 'em, but the law never will.
Makin' their way,
The only way they know how,
That's just a little bit more than the law will allow.
Just a good ol' boys,
Wouldn't change if they could,
Fightin' the system like a true modern day Robin Hood.
Yeehaw!
Prologue: Back to Hazzard
Well, hey there, folks. Been a while. Wouldn't you know it's been nearly eighteen years since we caught up with the Duke Boys? Hazzard hasn't changed all that much. Well...mostly.
A bright reddish-orange car zips by at high speed, a blond-haired driver at the wheel.
The General Lee seems to be missing a passenger. I wonder why...
"Oh dang it, cous. Why did you forget to call me to wake me up in time for your weddin'?."
Oh, that's why. Yep. You heard right. Luke Duke went and got himself hitched.
The General Lee sped into Hazzard Sqaure, screeching to a stop outside the church. The bright summer sun shone down as Bo clambered out the window, and ran into the church. A black-haired man with a few grays peeking out called him over.
"Bo, there you are! Where you've been?"
"I overslept. You were supposed to wake me up. You know I just got over my cold right? I needed that wake up call."
"Sorry, Bo. I got...distracted."
"You? Luke Duke, distracted? I'm mighty surprised such a thing would befall upon you."
Luke playfully punched Bo in the shoulder.
"Oh, shut up."
While the Duke Boys were celebrating Luke's special day, meanwhile in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, a boy's life would be turned upside down, and ruined.
A mother and her son were in a small house by themselves. The mother had her hands covering her son's eyes.
"Okay, we're almost there."
"Moooommmmm! I'm too old for this!"
"Oh give me a break. You only turn eighteen once! I'm allowed to baby you at least one more time!"
The boy groaned.
His mother laughed.
"Okay, okay! I surrender! There you go!"
She removed her hands. The boy opened his eyes to see a 1977 Chevy Camaro LT sitting in the driveway.
"You got me a car!"
His mother laughed.
"You can thank your father for that. He should be home soon with dinner."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"That must be him."
She answered it. Two police officers stood outside.
"Adsila Lacy?"
Adsila blinked, her big brown eyes laced with concern.
"Um...yes. Can I help you, Officers?"
The officers pursed their lips.
"May we come inside? We have...news...regarding your husband."
Adsila nodded.
'Yes, of course."
She stood aside and gestured them inside.
"Can I get you something to drink? Water, coffee?"
"We're good, Ma'am."
Adsila sat down on the couch, pulling her wavy black hair out of a bun.
"Please, sit."
As the cops sat down, her son turned to her.
"Mom? What's going on?"
"Your son may want to sit as well."
Adsila turned to her son.
"Wayland, honey. Please, sit."
As Wayland sat down, the lead cop sighed.
"Mrs. Lacy, I'll get right to the point. My partner and I were called out to the scene of an automobile accident. One of the cars involved was your husband's car."
Adsila clutched her chest, her fingers resting on a large burn just above her left breast. The cop sighed once more.
"We found a D-O-A Caucasian male mid 50's. His wallet had his ID in it. Mrs. Lacy...I'm sorry...but your husband is dead..."
Adsila burst out crying.
"No...God, please no!"
Wayland glanced up at the cops.
"Get out."
The cops glanced at Wayland.
"If we need you for anything we'll call."
"I said GET OUT!"
The cops ran for the door, and scrambled outside as Wayland hugged his mother.
"What do we do, mom? Dad was our main income source. I don't think my mechanic job would be able to..."
"You're not going to be driving or fixing any more cars, young man."
"Mom, how else are we supposed to pay for our home? How am I supposed to get to and from a job without a car?"
"You walk!"
"Mom, we live in a city! Cab fare is expensive, and crime happens non-stop!"
"Then we'll just have to downsize. I'll have to take an extra shift at the hospital."
"Mom, you know that's not feasible."
Adsila sighed, hugging her son.
"I know, sweetheart. We'll figure out something. We always do."
Later that night Adsila lay awake in her bed. She couldn't sleep. I mean how could anyone after such devastating news. As she lay there, she let her mind drift. To the good old days. Before she moved. Back to her hometown. She remembered long summer nights, laying on the hood of a familiar reddish-orange '69 Charger. A handsome blond with pretty blue eyes. Falling asleep under the stars, and Cottonwood trees. The snows of June she recalled. A kiss or two stolen from her.
Her eyes snapped awake.
"Hazzard. That's what we'll do. Go back to Hazzard. But...what if? No...it should be fine."
Adsila finally managed to close her eyes, and fall asleep.
You know somethin's up when a woman says "What if "and then shrugs it off. And I ain't got a clue what it is.
It wasn't until a couple days later that Adsila, and Wayland were heading to Hazzard in a beat-up 1985 GMC S-15. They had sold off the Camaro to pay off some of their debts, and had gathered up most of their belongings, and headed east. She had been talking on her cell phone with her estate attorney, and a moving company all day to get everything settled, the house sold, and the rest of their belongings moved.
Wayland had pretty much stopped talking to his mother, and had his headphones in, listening to some rock music. He glanced out the window to see a road sign saying "Welcome to Hazzard County."
As Adsila turned the truck around a corner, a car came flying up towards them.
"Hang on, Wayland!"
She turned the truck hard to right skidding to a stop, the other car turning left, the passenger door of their car and her driver's side door nearly touching. Adsila flung open her door in a fury, her olive skin tone seeming to blaze in the afternoon sun.
"What is the big idea?! You could have killed...us..."
She trailed off as she recognized the car. Memories flashed by. Laughter, Smiles...and Love.
A voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Adsila?"
She glanced up to see, the familiar, though faded, blond hair that graced her vision every time they would lay together. The sharp blue eyes that would pierce her soul.
Adsila gently fingered the burn spot on her chest.
"Bo?"
If you would put this moment into a soundproof room, the silence would be deafening.
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