THE SCAR

Daisy smiled at everybody inside the Boar's Nest, answering people's wishes.

In her chest, her heart was bursting of joy; the soft blush on her cheeks was perfect with the white of her dress, her wedding dress.

She observed the golden ring on her left ring finger, still confused but happy of that sudden wedding, Enos proposing to her just the previous day.

"I am so happy for you, Daisy!" Bo hugged her and had a step back, admiring her, "It's the second time I see you with Aunt Lavinia's wedding dress, but it's like the first time. You are amazing."

Daisy made a pirouette and laughed, "Thanks Bo. And this time you aren't trying to stop me."

Bo grinned, "There's no need to stop you, this time, 'cause I know that you really love Enos."

Daisy shrugged and kept on smiling, "I have always loved Enos, but I needed someone to help me to realize it."

Bo winked, "Yeah, Uncle Jesse. And the jealousy for Amy." He turned his head to the woman approaching, "Speaking of the devil."

Daisy walked to Amy and hugged her, "Thanks for the wedding cake, Amy, it was great."

Amy held Daisy close, "I'm happy you liked it. This is my present for you and Enos. Hope we're going to be good friends."

Daisy nodded, "Of course!" She glanced at Enos at the other side of the room and shared with him a happy and loving look. Their life as husband and wife was starting, and, after the previous rainy day, the sun was sparking on their wedding day.


"What a wonderful wedding. The whole town was there. Incredible!"

Luke smiled and glanced at Mary who was walking by his side in Hazzard's square, "It isn't strange. Hazzard is a small town, and everybody knows Enos and Daisy, and when I say 'everybody' I really mean everybody. Besides, you know, everybody has always known 'bout Enos' crush on Daisy since when he was a young boy whereas Daisy's feelings for him were a bit … confused … so this wedding is a sort of perfect conclusion of this on-off romance. Romantic people like to see this kind of conclusion."

Mary smirked, "And you? Are you a romantic person, Luke Duke?"

Luke shrugged and folded his arms, "I am happy for Enos and Daisy. Enos is a close friend and I trust him, so I'm happy he's goin' to take care of Daisy. Better Enos than some stranger, especially the kind of strangers Daisy used to date some time ago. I prefer Daisy being in love with Enos than with someone else. I don't know if it means I'm romantic; I'm just happy when my family is happy: Daisy is part of my family, Daisy is happy, I'm happy."

Mary stretched her arms down behind her back and intertwined her fingers, keeping on walking and looking at the clear sky, "Maybe you aren't romantic, but for sure you are a man with a great sense of responsibility for your family and a strong sense of bond. This is a good thing."

Luke glanced at the young woman by his side: with her blond long hair free on her shoulder instead of tied in a ponytail and her elegant dress, for sure she was more sexy than the sort of tomboy he saw when she arrived in Hazzard.

"So, Enos is a close friend of you. I guess I know everything of him." Mary glanced at him and then kept on looking at the sky.

"Of course. I know everything of Enos and I can read him like an open book. But, if you want to ask me something about him, Mary, well, I'm not a traitor; I can't talk of him behind his back, especially if you're planning to ask me private things."

Mary burst out laughing, "I don't want to know private things of Enos, don't worry. You're right, good friends should protect their secrets, and, on the other hand, good friends should share their secrets." She turned serious and stared at Luke, "You're a good person, Luke Duke; I'm happy to know you and I hope to become your friend."

Luke smiled with charm, "The pleasure is mine."


Enos opened the door of the room at the Boarding House, "This is just for some weeks, Daisy. Our farm will be ready as soon as possible. But, now, we have to be content of it." He switched the light on and stared at the living room with a small kitchen area and, open on this living room, two doors heading to the bathroom and their bedroom, "This is for sure wider than my previous room, but our farm will be a lot better."

Daisy entered the room and smiled, "My home is where's your home, Enos. Even a cavern."

Enos grinned, "A cavern would be a bit moist for my taste, Dais."

Daisy laughed and turned to him, meeting his hazel eyes, serious and deep eyes catching her breathe away.

"You can't even imagine how much I have waited for this, Daisy, and now I don't know if it's happening for real or if it's just a beautiful dream, like the dreams I was used to do," he came closer her, his voice a whisper full of desire and promises.

Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

Their bodies adhering to each other and their lips still glued, they moved to the bedroom and fell on the bed, keeping on kissing.

Daisy's hand reached the lamp on the night table but, before she switched the light on, he gently grabbed her wrist.

"Don't switch the light on. Not now." He whispered against her ear and neck, "Please. It would embarrass me, Dais."

Daisy chuckled, both surprised by his request and tickled by his warm breathe on her neck and then down on her chest. She helped him to undress her while the room filled with a mixing sound of breathing, zip's opening and her dress's rustling.

She let him kissing her everywhere while she undressed him: tie, jacket, shirt and finally trousers. She kissed his skin and she realized it tasted good, good taste and sweet scent.

And they finally became husband and wife.


Daisy opened her eyes and stirred, yawning.

The sunlight was filling the room.

She sat up and covered her chest with the blanket, residual modesty despite their new intimacy. She turned her head to Enos who was sitting on the bed, his back to her, dressing his shirt, "Good morning, sweet-heart. Did you – " the normal and sweet question about his slept turned into a different question, "what's this?" while her right forefinger traced a line along the scar on the right side of his chest.

Enos had a brief shiver and turned his head to her, smiling and buttoning his shirt, "Hey, good morning Daisy. Uh… that?" He stood up and turned to her, "Just a scar."

Daisy blinked, "I know this is a scar. I recognize a scar, Enos, but why that scar?"

He walked to the wardrobe and opened it, looking at the mirror inside its shutter, his eyes fixed on his reflected image and on his mirrored hands tying his tie, "Just an accident happened in LA. Nothing important."

"An accident is always important, 'cause it's an accident, especially an accident leaving a scar."

He closed the wardrobe's shutter and glanced at her, "A gunshot, but luckily the bullet just grazed me. So, to be precise, it isn't a scar but more a long scratch, the sign of a scratch. Now, I have to go to work. Sorry." He bent forward and gently kissed her lips.

She grabbed his tie and pulled him to her, forgetting the blanket that slid down along her chest, "Enos Strate, if you're trying to protect me from a bad story, just forget 'bout it."

"A scratch isn't a bad story, Daisy, otherwise, due to my clumsiness, I'd have tons of bad stories to tell," he smiled and blushed, "and, please, pull the blanket up or I won't be able to leave this room and go to work."

Daisy had a deep sigh, smiled and let his tie go, her hands now on the blanket as she covered her chest, "Enos, you are really something else, BUT this talk hasn't over, yet."

Enos nodded, "OK, see you later," and walked away.

Daisy's eyes followed him, thoughtful eyes: that wasn't a scratch, not at all.