Breakfast that morning came with its usual fanfare. Uncle Jesse was doing the books, looking through the mortgage, Daisy was finishing the dishes, Luke was making a list of the chores that needed to be done, and Bo stood silently at the end of the table.

Ennis Del Mar had been working on the ranch for a little over a month now, and Bo just couldn't seem to pin the man down one way or the other. The man had only gone over to the Boar's Nest once, and that was on the first day he arrived in Hazzard. Despite Bo's urging, he only drank one beer, and then quietly went home to his apartment. He always politely rejected any invitation to stay for supper, and getting the man to say more than three words was like pulling the stars out of the sky with your bare hands.

"How's the new ranch hand working out for you guys?" Uncle Jesse asked as he looked up from his work.

"He's great," Bo said, "He's awful quiet though."

"That he is," Luke added. "The man's worked for us for about a month and I still don't know jack about him. I mean, don't no one else find that strange? He doesn't seem to have any family. No girlfriend. He spends all his time cooped up in his apartment."

"He never stays for supper. Hell, people in Hazzard are startin' to say he's hidin' somethin'."

"Ah shoot, I been sayin' that since he first got here," Luke said. "I'm all for a guy who mind's his business, but that Ennis seems to be on a whole different level."

"Well, maybe he just don't like to talk about himself that much," Daisy interjected. After all, there was nothing wrong with someone keeping to themselves. As long as he tended to his job, didn't make a fuss and was respectful, what else was there to care for?

"Just because a fella doesn't go off bragging about hisself doesn't make him a bad guy," Uncle Jesse said. "If he weren't on the level I wouldn't have hired him." Jesse reached into his pocket and pulled out a post card, "Speaking of Ennis, this came for him today."

The card's corners were bent at both ends, a picture of the rocky mountains sat big and proud on the cover, and on the other side, was sloppy handwriting, and the name "Jack Twist" scribbled in the corner.

"Jack Twist?" Bo asked, "Who the sam hill is that?"

"Never you mind," Uncle Jesse said, "Just make sure Ennis gets his mail. I guess whoever sent it to him didn't know his address. Roscoe dropped it off from the post office.

"Well," Daisy said as she dried the last of the silverware, "It's nice to see our mysterious ranch hand has friends."

"A friend. As in singular," Luke corrected, "And for all we know this Jack Twist could be some kind of con man working together with our good ranch hand to rip off the people of Hazzard."

"Whoever this Mr. Twist is isn't any of our business, just make sure Ennis gets mail." And with that, Uncle Jesse went back to his counting. And once Uncle Jesse made a proclamation, that was the end of the discussion.

Bo flipped the card onto its side, and back again. "Jack Twist," Bo said. "Wonder what his story is."

When Ennis Del Mar arrived for work that morning, he was as tight lipped and no nonsense as always. His jeans were pressed, and his collar starched up to his neck. Ennis was a man who didn't do things halfway. He took his work seriously, and really, his work seemed to be the only thing he had going on in his life.

"Alright fellas,"Luke said while passing out the shovels. "Today, we're gonna be diggin' holes to get the ground ready for a new fence. Uncle Jesse's been on us about if for the better part of a year now, so we need to get on it."

Ennis nodded, grabbed his shovel, and got to work.

"Oh," Bo said, "This came for you this mornin'." Bo pulled out an old postcard and slipped it into Ennis' hands. "Uncle Jesse didn't want me to forget to give it to ya."

Ennis flipped the card onto its side, felt the hard cardstock in hands, his eyes fleeted across the scribbled words, and in the faintest of whispers, said, "Jack Twist."

And Bo saw something he'd never thought was possible. Ennis Del Mar's face lit up like the sky at dawn. His smile was so wide, Bo could almost count every last one of their ranch hand's teeth. And Ennis' eyes gleamed with a soft glow that Bo had only seen Ennis have at the end of a work day. A delicate warmth that was so fleeting, if Bo hadn't been directly looking, he would have missed in entirely.

"Good news, I take it?" Bo asked.

"Uh...yeah," Ennis said as he tried to stifle his grin. "Real good news."

And that was all Ennis said of the mysterious letter for the rest of the day. But it didn't stop Bo from wondering, and it didn't stop Bo from talking about it, whispering to Luke when Ennis was out of earshot.

"What do you think's goin' on with that letter, cousin?" Bo asked. The two Duke boys had just finished work for afternoon and turned in for lunch. Uncle Jesse had made his famous crawfish gumbo. Bo had invited their wayward ranch hand to dine with the family, but Ennis (as always) declined politely.

"Beats me," Luke said, "I was actually hopin' he'd take you up on the offer to have lunch. Maybe we coulda asked him. That post card seemed to get him in good spirits."

"Dang right," Bo said, "That guy was smilin' so wide I thought his face would crack under all the pressure." Bo laughed at his joke and scooted the jar of iced tea closer to himself. "Whoever this Twist fella is, he and Ennis must be pretty close."

"Next time I see him, I'll be sure to ask," Luke said...and he said it in a way that sounded more like a threat than anything else. Bo had known that his cousin didn't much care for Ennis, the man was too quiet and Luke had a devil of a time trying to read him.

"No," Uncle Jesse interjected, "You won't. Whatever's going on with letter isn't anyone's business but Ennis'."

"Look Uncle Jesse," Luke began, "I'm all about givin' a man his privacy. Especially one who works as hard as Ennis, but you can't honestly believe something ain't fishy with that guy. He's worked for us about a month, and we don't know anything about him. We don't know if he has any family out here in Hazzard, we don't know what kind of company he likes to keep. Shoot, we don't even know if he likes corn fritters or not. Now this letter comes out of the blue, the one clue we've got to figurin' out what this guy's angle is, and you want us to clam up about it? It ain't right for someone to be so mysterious."

Bo didn't want to admit it, but his cousin did have a point. None of the Dukes could really figure Ennis Del Mar one way or the other. He never really left his apartment except when necessary, and even the people in town were starting to talk. Ennis had no interest in going to the Boar's Nest, he had no interest in talking cars, or sports, or going to any of Hazzard's racing events. It was almost like the guy didn't even exist. Not really.

"It won't hurt to ask him, will it?" Bo asked. "I mean, it'd be nice to know something about the guy for a change."

Jesse pondered for a spell. He rubbed his bushy beard and tapped his fingers against the table. "Well...I guess it won't hurt to just invite him over for dinner. We haven't had any guests in a while and it would be nice to get that boy somethin' decent to eat."

"Alright, then it's settled," Bo turned to Daisy, "Cousin Daisy, can you invited our wayward friend Ennis to dinner tonight?"

Daisy shook her head, "Now why should I be the one to do it?"

"Because," Bo said, "Luke and I've already tried and he's always declined. You're the only one of us who stands a chance of him saying yes. Besides, there's not a man in Hazzard county who can resist you."

At least, that's what Bo had hoped.