Speakin' a' visitors in Hazzard, looks t' me like that truck's headin' t' the Duke farm. Wonder what Uncle Jesse's up to?

Jesse looked up to see the big black jacked-up Chevrolet pickup truck pull up to the house. He waded through the chickens to meet the man stepping out of the passenger side. He was huge and imposing, with thick muscular arms and shoulders stretching out his old t-shirt, which was tightly tucked in the dirty jeans behind a blinding gold belt buckle. His dirty blonde hair ran just past his shoulders and a fu manchu ran down his chin.

"Jesse Duke!" The man cried out with a smile.

"Pete Frost!" Jesse cried, and they gave each other a small hug.

"You ain' changed a bit, Jesse!" Pete yelled, his smile wide.

Ain' this a bit surprisin'. Pete Frost's an ol' friend a' Uncle Jesse's. Pete runs the biggest garage in Bristol, Tennessee, 'bout six hours east a' Nashville. He an' Uncle Jesse 'r in the same boat; takin' care a' nieces an' nephews. They was buddies when Pete lived with his daddy in Hazzard. Turns out the two shared moonshin'n secrets.

"So, where are the kids?" Jesse asked. Pete motioned to the gang of teenagers surrounding the truck.

" Meet my daughter an' my son. Twins. VOL! WRENCHES!" Jesse stared.

"Vol?" He asked. Pete gave him a smug smile.

"They all got their nicknames." Jesse laughed.

"Wha's yours?" He asked. Pete grinned.

"Pops." A female voice said before Pete could speak. A tall girl wearing an unbuttoned ripped green flannel shirt and a sky blue shirt walked up, her jeans cut halfway above the knee and a pale orange bandanna on her head. A German shepard mix followed her beat up gray sneakers. Her brown eyes met Jesse's and she smiled.

"Hi." She said, shaking Jesse's hand with a firm, calloused grip. "Call me Vol."

"'Lo, Vol." Jesse said with a tip of his cap. A shorter boy wearing a cowboy hat and an oil- stained blue flannel shirt walked up. His jeans were blackened with oil, and his boots were encrusted with manure. He wiped an oil-blackened hand on his jeans before offering it to Jesse.

"Name's Wrenches." He said. He had the same big eye and muscular look as both Pete and Vol, even if he was shorter than her. The German shepard at Vol's feet walked up and offered out a paw. Jesse tried not to laugh as he shook it.

"Now ain' you a smart feller." He said. The dog's tail beat the dirt like the ground was a dirty rug.

"This ere's Lee." Vol said, scratching behind his ears. Lee yipped happily and Vol turned to take him back to the truck. hse and wrenches settled themselves sitting on the hood.A younger girl came up to Jesse clutching a dark brown rabbit to her loose t-shirt. She was a head shorter than Vol, with big blue eyes and long brown hair tucked underneath a filthy backwards baseball cap. She shifted the rabbit to one hand before shaking Jesse's with the other.

"I'm Sparks." She said in a quiet voice. Jesse gave her a fatherly smile before a hyperactive border collie raced around his feet, yipping madly.

"Hey!" He yelled, stepping away from Sparks. The dog yipped at his feet once more. A scrawny skinny pole of a boy ran over.

"Sky!" he yelled. His shirt was tucked in to help his belt in its valiant effort in keeping his jeans up. He took Sky's collar, holding the yipping dog back. He looked up at Jesse with the same blue eyes as Sparks, only hidden underneath wild dirty blonde bangs.

"Name's Tiny. I'm Spark's brother. Pops is m' uncle." Jesse shook his hand, then glanced up to Pete.

"I got one more..." Pete said inspecting the truck.

"He's got 1984 'gain, Pops." Vol said. Pete rolled his eyes.

"BOOKWORM!" He yelled. A younger boy leapt from the bed of the truck. He shoved his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose as he ran to Pete, book tucked under one arm. He wore a nice looking flannel and remotely clean jeans. He stopped in front of Jesse.

"Name's Bookworm." He said, catching his breath. He shook Jesse's hand hurriedly. "Sorry 'bout not comin' out 'fore." He held out the book. "But it's a classic. My secon' fav'rite's the Bible." Jesse smiled. The General pulled up, catching Vol and Wrenches' attention. Vol let out a low whistle.

I was wonderin' when the General 'd be showin' up.

"Nice." Wrenches whispered in agreement. Bo, Luke and Daisy all climbed out, staring at the pickup. Vol and Wrenches stared back at the General.

"Boys, Daisy, there's someone here I wan' ch'y'all t'meet." Jesse said, breaking the silence. Pete smiled giving them a smile.

"Name's Pete Frost." He said. Bo and Luke gave him slight nods.

"Hi."

"Howdy." Luke stared at the truck. "Nice truck." Pete laughed.

"Ain' mine." He said, motioning to the twins sitting on the hood. "S' my kin's"

"So y'all's wasn' drivin' 'er earlier?" Bo asked.

"Tha' was me." Vol said. She motioned to the General. "Car's too good lookin' t' get pulled over. Don' care how many times it' s happened 'fore, even by that idiot y'all in Hazzard call 'Sheriff'." Everyone laughed.

"Y'all got some good skills, sugar." Daisy said. Vol smiled.

"Is this why y'all wanted us home early t'day, Uncle Jesse?" Bo said. Jesse nodded. "Now les' get inside so Pete an' I c'n explain why he an his kin 'r here."

While they're catchin' up, I hear there's someone hangin' out at the Hazzard Dam, an' I don think they 're fishin'.