There was a rodeo coming to town, and all of Hazzard county was abuzz with excitement, and whenever the citizens were excited, it meant another way for Boss Hogg to exploit them. The only problem was, he hadn't figured how just yet. Boss licked his fingers and counted a stack of ten dollar bills in his fat little hands. He had just foreclosed on three garages on the outskirts of Hazzard and was already itching to foreclose on more. Business was good and he wanted to keep it that way.
Boss Hogg was the richest man in Hazzard county, and he used whatever wealth he had to bully, intimidate and control everyone and everything. If there was a scheme to be in on, you can bet Boss Hogg was the one behind it. And with that new rodeo coming to Hazzard, Boss could make a bundle.
In fact, that afternoon Boss had asked one of the rodeo cowboys to come by his office in the middle of Hazzard. Mainly so he could try and pump as much information out him as possible. To make a scheme work you gotta know the insides and out everything, right?
Boss' phone rang, with a short grunt, he placed his stack of tens down and answered. "What?" he said.
"I've got a representative from that rodeo here to see you Mr. Hogg. Name's Jack Twist."
Oh, Boss remembered, that's right. "Send 'em in."
Boss ordered his cash, and stuck it in his desk drawer, no need to count his money in front of a total stranger, and the less this "Jack Twist" new about Hogg's intentions the better. The good thing about dealing with people outside of Hazzard was that they weren't wry to Boss' tricks yet.
In a matter of moments, a svelte looking cowboy walked through Boss' doors with a bright grin, a scar beneath his right blue eye and black hat that sat crooked upon his scalp.
"Mornin' Mr. Hogg," Jack said.
"Ah," Boss began, "You're with that rodeo comin' to town I take it?"
"Yessir," Jack said.
Boss Hogg tapped his fat little fingers together, "So, you must run the whole shebang, right?" This was perfect. Jack Twist looked easy enough to fool.
But Jack only shook his head, "No sir, I'm just here early. Mr. Lucas runs the thing and he won't be here till next week. I just thought I'd pop in and say 'Thank You' for allowin' us rodeo folk to come to your nice town. My Momma always said manners are imporant."
And J.D. Hogg frowned. This cowboy wasn't in charge, so he wasn't in any position to make deals, or sign papers. Shoot, he gave up counting his money for this? "Oh, well, it's nice to meet you Mister Twist. Now if that's all-"
"Well, actually," Jack began, his voice softer now, almost hesitant, "I wanted to know if you could direct me to the Duke farm. I've got a buddy who works there. I-I sent him a postcard a few weeks back." Without realizing it, Jack took off his hat and rolled it in his brim kissed his finger tips. "I-I was kind of lookin' forward to catchin' up with him. And-"
"The Duke farm," Boss Hogg said as he took out his cash and began to count it again, "Is north of here, just follow that old dirt road and you'll be there in ten minutes." And with that, Hogg shot a look to Jack Twist that was meaner than a snake without a rattle. "Now, if that's all...kindly leave."
And Jack nodded, "Thank you kindly."