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Chapter Two

Daisy sat on the hood of her car, munching on an apple. She'd been playing around with the Roadrunner, both behind the wheel and under the hood, and she was pretty darn sure it was in tip-top shape.

The engine purred like a kitten, the tires were almost brand spankin' new, the brakes were perfect, and on top of all that even the shock absorbers were doing their job. As she'd sped around the back forty at 95 MPH, she'd had visions of the trophy and the $100 check.

The upcoming Cross County Spree race had her excited. She hadn't raced against anyone besides Bo and Luke in a long time, and she hoped she had what it took. She really wanted to win.

Daisy took one last bite of the apple and tossed the core into the grass as she heard a car on the road. She didn't even have to look to know it was General Lee.

The boys had roared off into town to show off their hot engine to Cooter, and Daisy couldn't help but wonder why they were back so soon. Usually a trip to Cooter's lasted most of the day and then some.

She slid off the car and watched as the orange Charger came up the driveway and parked next to her. Neither of the boys looked too happy.

"Hey! Whatchy'all doin' back so soon?" Daisy asked as Bo and Luke climbed out of the car.

Bo stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced at Luke, who shrugged. "Guess we might as well tell her."

"Tell me what?" She asked, looking at Luke.

"We ran into an old schoolmate of Luke's." Bo explained. From the look on his face, Daisy guessed that this schoolmate wasn't high on Bo's list of friends.

"Oh, yeah? Who was it?"

"You remember Tomcat Jones?" Luke asked her.

"I remember the name…but I can't for the life of me remember the face."

Luke sighed and looked the General over. "The one who always picked on me?"

Daisy gasped a little, and then smiled. "You mean that little tomboy? The one who liked you so much?"

Luke looked up at her sharply. "How did you know she liked me?"

"Anyone with eyes and a brain could see it…" Daisy giggled at the look on his face. "Except you, I take it. What was her first name again?"

"Kathy, or Katie, somethin' like that. She always got mad when someone called her that though." Luke crossed his arms and leaned against General Lee. "We might be in trouble this weekend."

Daisy looked back and forth between the boys. "You two got Rosco on y'all's tails again?"

"No, Daisy…it's that filly we saw in town." Bo said. "She's drivin' around in a hot rod of a Firebird, and General Lee here couldn't catch her."

Daisy was downright surprised. No one could catch the General Lee. "You're kiddin' me."

"No, ma'am."

"Well, Bo, she must have had nitrous oxide in the carburetor or somethin'!" Daisy exclaimed.

"It's possible, I guess, but either way she'll still have that speed at the race on Saturday." Luke sighed.

"Aren't the cars checked over for that sort of thing?" Daisy placed her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, but that girl was always sneaky. There's no tellin' what she'll try."

"Well, Luke, you don't even know that she'll be there. Maybe she's just passin' through. Did she say she'd be at the race?" Daisy asked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

"She never said she'd be there, but what else would a girl with a car like that be doin' in Hazzard?" Bo shook his head.

"We'll just have to wait and see, Bo. I guess there's no point worryin' over it when there's a slight chance she won't even be there." Luke straightened and glanced at the farmhouse, and then looked at Daisy. "What's for lunch?"

"I haven't decided yet. Uncle Jesse drove over to the Boars Nest to meet an old friend for lunch, and I've been out here workin' on this here car. What sounds good to y'all?"

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Boss Hogg stepped down out of his car and puffed on his cigar. He glanced around for a moment, then walked up the steps to the bank and stepped inside.

A man sat on a bench in Hazzard Square, reading a newspaper. He wore casual clothes, although they were slightly dressy for Hazzard.

He lowered the paper and watched the fat man until he disappeared inside the bank. Seconds later, two white patrol cars pulled up and actually parked gracefully in front of and behind the white Cadillac. The Sheriff climbed out and walked in his strange way to the front door, with the deputy close behind.

This would be too simple. Boring, actually. To get past these yahoos would be a walk in the park. They probably wouldn't even need guns; these officers would scare easy.

The man folded the paper neatly and tucked it under his arm as he stood and strolled casually to his car, nodding at the women and children he passed. When he reached the car, he sat in the driver's seat and picked up the CB as he tossed the paper to the floor.

"This is Satchel callin' out to Reynolds. You out there?"

The reply came almost instantly. "I'm here, where've you been?"

"The marshmallow and his crew were late, but the boss is right. JD Hogg and the police force are gonna be simpler than pie to take. Everyone around here is either an idiot or crazy, and the rest of them are too stupid to know the difference. You tell the boss that we're clear on the bank."

"I've got it. Over and out."

Those ol' boys are in for a bit of a surprise, don't you think?

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