Hey y'all! Sorry it's been sooooooo lonnggg! I got really busy and this really wasn't such a priority. But I got a new chapter up now! YAY! It's pretty short and I feel like I'm cheating a bit, but it'll get me to where I'm going.

New chapter should be up ASAP. I'm just editing right now and there's a few bugs that just refuse to leave... But I'll get it.

So enjoy! Read&Review!

I don't own the Dukes, no matter how much I wish I did...

The Duke household was a buzz with activity. The boys were out finishing up the evening chores, Cooter and Uncle Jesse were also outside, looking over Jesse's pick-up and supervising Bo and Luke. Katie and Daisy were inside the tiny farmhouse peeling potatoes and baking biscuits, girl-talk getting kinda out of hand for Katie's liking.

"So why did you leave the city?" Daisy asked, leaning over her big pot of potatoes, cutting the starchy vegetable into quarters.

"To many people, not enough room to move, no money." Katie replied with a little bit of a laugh, "Plus I missed Hazzard and all of the crazy shenanigans that go on." She pulled the golden brown biscuits out of the oven and set the baking sheet on the stove top to cool.

"Well, one thing's for sure, it don't get boring round here!" Daisy replied with a high-pitched laugh. "So, did ya meet any cute boys out there?" She asked, setting her knife down on the counter, and turned to look at Katie, a prodding, curious look in her eyes. Katie laughed and picked a biscuit off the still-hot baking sheet.

"Lot of cute guys, none that really made my head turn though." She replied, hoping Daisy wouldn't push the subject.

"Really?"

"Really, really."

"Is that why you came back to Hazzard?"

Damn!

Katie looked up from the biscuits and out the back window with a heavy sigh. Daisy always knew exactly where to hit. She wiped her hands off on the tea towel that was on the counter, trying to delay her inevitable answer. She looked down to watch her hands tangle with the piece of red, checked cloth. "I guess you could say that…"

Daisy straightened up, satisfied and cut the last of the potatoes and put them on the stove to boil, moving around Katie, who was now looking out the window again.

No, she didn't come back to Hazzard because she was out of money, (she still had a sock full of cash in her suitcase) she didn't come back because she hated the city, (although that was definitely encouragement) and she sure as hell didn't come back because she wanted to be part of one of Boss Hogg's schemes. No, it was a little more complicated than that, something she wasn't too sure if she could explain, even if she wanted to, not to Daisy anyway. No, the only person who would really understand was outside right now, splitting firewood.

Luke's POV

He brought the heavy axe down on top of the dry log with a wallop. Splinters flew about as the axe went right through to the big, green stump underneath. He left the axe as it was and picked up all the little bits of wood that lay scattered about to throw on the wood pile.

He turned from the wood pile to the farm house. Through the kitchen window, he could see Katie and Daisy talking. Daisy looked normal enough, but Katie... She looked uncomfortable and cagey, almost looking like she was ready to dart. His dark eyebrows met each other in the middle of his forehead as he appraised the scene. Daisy must have hit a nerve with Katie or something.

Pulling the axe back out of the stump to split another log, he went back to that old familiar memory. The one that had been replaying in his head most of the day. The one where he put the love of his life on a bus for the city, not knowing if he was ever going to see her again.

Now that she was back, Luke didn't really know what to think of the whole situation. The number one question on his mind was why was she back? He didn't believe for a second that she had run out of money. She was too damn stubborn to take no for an answer, plus she was a quick learner and good at whatever she put her mind to. She might be in trouble. He thought to himself. Lots of Hazzard girls have come back to Hazzard with some big shot with a big gun hot on her heels. She wouldn't be the first.

He set another dry log on the stump and lifted the axe above his head, contracting the muscles in his arms to bring it down again, shattering the dry birch wood

Luke had a plan. He didn't know if she'd go for it or not, but he had to figure out why she was home and if she was in trouble.