Now, the Dukes may be good ole country people, but that don't mean they only watch westerns and the like. Science fiction is much appreciated in the Duke household. So, Daisy remembered a few tricks from some old movies and books. She delivered a couple of letters to the post office-with instructions that they be delivered in 1979.

Miss Tizdale rushed over to the county jail. Pushing open the door, she skidded inside, startling Enos. She took a deep breath, her short, plump form vibrating with excitement.

"Where's the sheriff?" she demanded.

"Sheriff's in his office, Miss Tizdale, but I'm under orders that he ain't to be disturbed, no matter what. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"NO! Oh, Deputy, I'm frazzled. I've never made an error like this before. I got a reputation to consider, you know!"

"You're the finest post mistress in Georgia," Enos said soothingly. "Whatever ya done, I'm sure it can be fixed."

"No, it can't! I was supposed to deliver this letter to him two whole weeks ago! TWO WEEKS!" she gasped, shaking her head. "There's no excuse for that sorta dereliction of duty. I gotta deliver it to him right away, then I gotta head out to the Duke farm and deliver another to Jesse Duke!"

Enos looked between her and the sheriff's door, torn. On the one hand, he was under strict orders. On the other, Enos felt bad for poor Miss Tizdale, who was only trying to do her duty. He sighed.

"Miss Tizdale, I know it ain't standard procedure, but could you let me take it into him?"

"Oh, I don't think I can do that," Miss Tizdale said, clasping the letters against her chest. "You ain't a mailman."

"No, ma'am, but I can accept deliveries on behalf of the sheriff's department."

"Well...only, I don't think the letter is police business. It's old and well...from a lady," Miss Tizdale whispered, winking.

"Possum on a gumbush," Enos whispered. "That letter wouldn't be from a Cathy Earl, would it?"

Miss Tizdale checked the name, just to be sure, then stared hard at Enos.

"How'd you know that, sonny? Don't go interfering with the U.S. mail!" she warned.

"It's a long story, Miss Tizdale. Come on, though, and I'll take ya into the sheriff."

Enos led her over to Rosco's office door and pounded urgently on it.

"Enos, I told you I ain't to be bothered," Rosco snapped, his voice carrying clearly through the closed door.

"Sheriff, Miss Tizdale needs to deliver a letter to you!" Enos told him.

"Well, take it off her and I'll look at it later."

"Sir, you're gonna want to see this right away."

"No, dipstick, I don't! I want you to go on, so I can get some work done."

"Let me handle this, Deputy," Miss Tizdale said, pushing Enos out of the way.

Once Enos was clear, Miss Tizdale threw the door open, letting it slam into the wall. Rosco stared at her in amazed indignation. Smiling apologetically, Enos crept in behind Miss Tizdale, who marched boldy up to the desk Rosco was sitting behind.

"Sorry, Sheriff, but you got your duty and I got mine!" Miss Tizdale declared, slapping the letter down on his desk.

"Well, seems like you got your duty done. Maybe now you'll go and let me do mine," Rosco suggested, angrily. "I mean, thank you and all, but you coulda just left a message for me to pick it up later."

"No, I couldn't," Miss Tizdale argued. "That letter's two weeks overdue and I had to deliver it as soon as humanly possible. So. You're welcome. Good day, Deputy."

"Good day, Miss Tizdale," Enos said, watching her stride off. "Um, Sheriff..."

"Enos, I've got the letter and I'll look at it later," Rosco said firmly, sorting through some paperwork. "Go on, now."

"Um, Sheriff...Rosco, sir," Enos stammered. "That there letter is from Cathy Earl."

Rosco started, dropping his paperwork and picking up the letter. The paper of the envelope was fine and yellow with age, crinkling in his hands. Rosco smiled a bit. Leave it to the Dukes to find a way to communicate, even if it was only one way. With shaking hands, he tore the envelope open. Enos took that as his cue to leave, backing silently towards the door.

"Thank you, Enos," Rosco told him.

"You're welcome, Sheriff," Enos said, as Rosco began to read, then quietly shut the door, leaving Rosco alone.

Dear Rosco,

I'm not quite sure how to start this. It seems strange to be writing to you, so far into the future, especially as I'm meeting you for lunch in about half an hour. I have so many questions to ask, but I won't get any answers, until we get home. I gotta believe that will happen. We're spotting more and more of those clouds around town. Do you remember the clouds we kept seeing around Hazzard in the fall?

Rosco, did you know this would happen? Is that why you never let yourself catch Bo and Luke? I'm not accusing you, sweetheart. It's just all so confusing, this time travel stuff. I got new sympathy for Kirk and Spock, haha! Sorry, I know it's no laughing matter, but I hope that gave you a chuckle. Strangely, I get the feeling you didn't know this would happen. I can't imagine you forgetting us. I don't want to think you would forget me, Earl or Duke...unless that's some time travel rule. After all, Daisy Duke is three years old in '59 and has never been time traveling.

Maybe you just never had reason to connect the Earls and the Dukes. If so, I hope you aren't too disappointed in your old friends. I hope you aren't disappointed in me. I love you so much, Rosco, 1959 or 1979, makes no difference. I guess that's the real reason I'm writing to you. I don't know of anything I can say that will get us home faster. What can anyone do in 1979? Then, again, maybe you'll think of something.

If this letter gets delivered when it should, we'll have been gone about a week. We've been in the past about seven months now. If you don't remember none of this, don't fret! We're okay. I know you might have a bit of a wait, before seeing us again. I've written to Uncle Jesse, too, so he'll know what's going on. Look out for each other, okay? Also look out for clouds with weird lights in them. They'll sit close to the ground, but they don't look like mist or fog.

Whatever else, sweetheart, just remember that I love you with all my heart. I want to be with you-and that ain't something I ever thought I'd write in a letter! But, it's true. Hopefully, I'll see you real soon. Take care of yourself, until I can get there.

Love,

Daisy.

Rosco set the letter down, trying to breath past the lump in his throat.

"Darlin', anyone disappointed in you doesn't deserve ya," Rosco whispered. "I love you, too."

Sweet Daisy didn't need to worry one bit. She owned Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane's heart. His memories of his time with the Earls was almost complete. He'd even started sleeping easier, now that he knew the Dukes were safe and what the dreams were all about. Now, while Rosco was getting his heart strings tugged on, Miss Tizdale was delivering that other letter...and had a far easier time of it! Jesse sat down at the kitchen table to read what Daisy had to say.

Dear Uncle Jesse,

I know a week can be a long time, when you're worried. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I don't know, if you've talked to Rosco or if you believed him, if you did. Maybe this letter will help. Bo, Luke, and I are okay, but we're in 1959, going by the name of Earl. That sounds so ridiculous, but it's true.

The thing is we've been in 1959 for several months now. This letter should reach you about a week after we vanish, so it might be a while, before you get to see us again. I am so sorry, Uncle Jesse. Don't worry, though! I promise we're doing just fine and we'll be home with you, just as soon as we can. Do you remember Tom and John Earl? Well, that's Bo and Luke! We love you and we miss you terribly.

Do me a favor, please, Uncle Jesse. Take care of Rosco for me. A lot of the reason we're doing so well is because of him. He's been a good friend. No, I won't be so mealy mouthed. I love him, Uncle Jesse. If he'll have me, I want to marry him. We've learned some things about him, here in the past. He's a smarter, kinder man than we ever realized and he's our friend.

I can hear you squawking and talking about people changing, sometimes for the worse. Maybe he has a bit, but not so much as you might think. Please, believe me, Uncle Jesse. You don't know him, so well as you think. All these years, we've accused Rosco of not being very bright. You never corrected us and you would've, if you really knew him. I hope, eventually, you and he will be great friends. Don't fall for his "dumb and crooked" act. We've seen enough to know he's only been pretending to try and capture Bo and Luke.

I love you. I can't wait to see you all again and be properly home. Keep an eye out for us and any strange clouds. Rosco will explain what I mean.

Love,

Daisy

Jesse sat back and gave a tired sigh. Seven months? It might be that long, until he saw his kids again? He re-read Daisy's later, frowning at what she had to say about Rosco. Smarter and kinder? He'd always known Rosco had a basically good nature. Part of Jesse's anger at the man came from disappointment. Jesse tried to remember what Rosco was like as a young man, but couldn't get a clear picture of him. He remembered young Rosco had been honest and mostly fair.

Try as he might, Jesse couldn't remember where he'd first gotten the impression that Rosco was stupid. Sighing, Jesse stood and headed for his truck. It seemed he and Rosco needed to have a heart to heart talk. He drove to the county jail and found Enos manning the booking desk.

"Enos. Is Rosco available?" Jesse asked.

"I'll certainly ask for ya, Uncle Jesse," Enos said, smiling. "He got a letter today that might've put him in a good mood."

"From Daisy. Yeah, I got one too."

"Oh, yes, sir. Gimme just a sec," Enos said, going over and knocking on Rosco's door again.

This time, Rosco came out, looking around.

"What is it, Enos?" he asked, before spotting Jesse.

"We need to have a talk, Rosco," Jesse said, trying to sound friendlier than normal.

"Come on in," Rosco agreed, stepping back into his office.

Jesse followed him and sat down.

"Enos said you got a letter from Daisy," Jesse said. "I did, too, as a matter of fact. She said some pretty interesting things, including about you. She said I shouldn't fall for your 'dumb and corrupt' act."

Rosco chuckled.

"They aren't even back yet and they're outing me."

"Why the act? Why pretend to help and support J.D. Hogg?"

"I'm not pretending. Oh, I won't really let innocent people get sent to prison and I make sure the worst of his schemes fall through. Make no mistake though. I won't let anything happen to him or let him get pulled from power."

"Why, dagnabbit?" Jesse demanded.

"Why? Let me tell you something. There are a few facts I keep in mind-for those days when supporting Boss gets a bit hard. In 1959, the crime rate for all of Georgia was eleven point nine. For Choctaw county, it was ten point seven. For Hazzard? Six point four. Almost half! Last year the rate for Georgia was seventeen point one, for Choctaw fifteen point nine, and for Hazzard? Nine point two."

"Hazzard has a lot of good people," Jesse boasted.

"Sure, but it also has Boss Hogg and there's certain things Boss don't allow, like violence or drugs, especially the hard stuff."

"You're supposed to uphold the law," Jesse reminded him gravely, but without rancor.

"I'm also supposed to protect the citizens of Hazzard," Rosco countered.

"All right. What about Daisy? Whatever happened between you two back then..."

"If she'll have me, I plan to marry her," Rosco interrupted, his voice firm.

"She said pretty much the same about you," Jesse said with wry humor. "We gotta get them back first, though."

Jesse and Rosco working together? That's a team I wouldn't bet against. All they gotta do now is wait for the right weather to develop. That shouldn't be too hard for a couple of country boys like them.