“Lost sheep gone,” Bo laughed, signing up. The boys then showed the girls around the little town square of Hazzard. The department store had its back to school sale on, and a big sign in the front announcing special low prices for school supplies. Honey went into the Hazzard hotel to get them rooms for the night, and called their hotel in Atlanta to cancel the reservation.
As the sun set, they returned to the General and headed out to the Duke farm, the boys pointed out various spots they had jumped the General over, lost Roscoe’s hot pursuit, and identified hiding places for illegal moonshining.
At the farm they met Uncle Jesse, an older, slightly portly farmer, and Bo gave them a quick tour of the farm. He caught Trixie eyeing the barn and wondered if he’d be able to convince her to take a walk with him in the evening.
After a hearty meal of meatloaf, potatoes, and collard greens, the girls told the Duke family about their life in New York, the Bob Whites, and their efforts for fundraising to help local charities. Honey told them about Jim’s ambitions to open a school for orphaned boys, while Trixie explained Brian’s medical dream, and Di happily talked about ‘her Mart’ and his love for big words.
Daisy pointed out that there were plenty of girls orphaned too, her having been one. Honey nodded and she and Trixie had once entertained the notion of a complimentary school to Jim’s, for girls.
“Wow, maybe if we’d had a club like that around here, we wouldn’t have gotten into so much trouble,” Bo grinned.
Luke snorted.
“Doubtful. We probably would’ve just gotten them all into it too, or else been kicked out” Luke grinned.
“You girls sound like you’d make fine detectives,” Jesse commented.
“That’s what we plan to do!” Trixie’s eyes sparkled as she told them about the eventuality of the Belden-Wheeler Detective Agency.
“Seems to me most private investigators track down missing relatives and spy on cheating spouses,” Luke said slowly, thinking out loud.
Bo didn’t miss Trixie’s crestfallen expression and squeezed her leg lightly with his hand, which rested on it.
“If I was you, I’d think about going federal, maybe FBI or the Marshals,” he suggested, “They’re the ones that get to do the stuff you’re used to doing. If you was a private investigator, I think you’d get awfully bored.”
“Really?” Honey asked in admiration, “Dan wants to be a Marshal. How do you know so much about it?”
“I was in the Marines a couple years back. Spend a good deal of time talking with the MPs,” Luke didn’t bother to mention he’d been in trouble a time or two early on in his service. After that, he went on to be a decorated Lt. Corporal.
“Honey, we forgot to call home!” Di suddenly sat up.
Bo immediately leaped to his feet and brought them the phone. Honey placed the first call, reversing the charges to her father, and told them about the car, insisting they were safe, had a hotel room, and had met a charming family. Di and Trixie had similar conversations; Jesse even spoke to the fathers to reassure them they were in good hands.
The Bob-White boys however, were another story. They called their parents nightly, giving the girls time to call and check in. Jim hit the roof when he found out they were stuck in a tiny town on no map.
Mart and Dan were lounging on the floor and Brian was ready to pile the boys in the car and drive towards Georgia.
“You guys, relax,” Dan, sighed.
Jim turned to him.
“This is your fault!” he snapped. “You talked them all into this foolish notion of Trixie’s and now they’re-“
“Having the time of the their lives,” Dan finished calmly. “Guys, all the parents agreed the girls sounded happy and good. They’ve met some new people, they’re seeing the countryside, and enjoying themselves.”
“But-“
“Look, if we go charging down there to rescue them, not only will we piss them off, especially Trixie, but we’re going to reinforce their belief we feel they aren’t capable of taking care of themselves.”
“They’re stranded-“
“They are not stranded!” Dan said in exasperation. “That tire blowout could have, and has, happened to anyone of us. Some nice people came along, helped them out, and now they’re having a blast. Relax and let them enjoy it. They’ll think much higher of all of us if we just let them be,” he pointed out.
Mart agreed reluctantly, then the older pair nodded.
“You’re right. How do you know all that?” Jim asked.
Dan rolled his eyes.
“I’ve spent more time with them the last two years than you guys have. They trust me,” he grinned smugly.
Mart rolled his eyes.
“Just for the rationale that they commend you with the enigmatic particulars of their magnanimous lives-“
“Shut it, Mart,” Jim tossed a magazine at his buddy, who grinned. “But I’d love the answer, Dan.”
“First off, I’m not related to any of them,” he laughed. “That makes me safe. Secondly, while I go into big brother mode on occasion, I don’t live it. I only say something if they need to be reigned in. Most of the time, I let them do their thing, and go along for the ride, and to keep an eye out. Third, I’m just charming that way,” he smiled.
The others just shook their heads in disbelief. It irked them that Dan was right on all points.
***
The Duke boys had taken the girls to the Hazzard Hotel and dropped them off, promising to come for them in the morning and show them around some more.
They coached a boy’s basketball team at the orphanage, and with school starting the next week, were holding tryouts that morning.
Trixie, who had spent most of her childhood competing with her older brothers, had gained some notoriety in Iowa years before with her basketball skills and was eager to watch.
Hazzard was a small town, and there wasn’t much else to do. They were up early and had breakfast in the hotel, then scribbled their notes down on the journey so far. All of them wanted to keep these memories in detail, and Honey had her camera in her purse. They definitely needed some pictures of the Dukes.
Trixie glanced out the room window and saw a bright yellow school bus stopping in the distance, making its test run. Bo had said the night before as kids they had to walk several miles to the school bus stop. Made it awfully tempting to skip school a lot. She wished for a way to extend time so they didn’t have to go back. From Bo’s tales, little Hazzard was a bevy of excitement and adventure, much more so than Sleepyside!
They drove to the school, where the boys were being allowed to use the gym for the tryouts. The yellow bus delivered the orphans who greeted the Dukes enthusiastically.
“Hey, check these out,” Bo grinned, pointing the new lockers being brought inside. “They didn’t have those when we were here!”
Trixie repressed a shudder, which Bo saw.
“You all right?” he slipped his arm around her shoulders.
“Yeah, I just don’t want to go back to school,” she laughed. “Even though college doesn’t use lockers.”
Bo smiled down at her and squeezed her shoulder. He didn’t, however, move his arm.
The girls sat on the bleachers, watching.
“They’re really good with the kids,” Di said in admiration.
With two sets of younger twin siblings, she was always interested in children and how people handled them. All of the Bob Whites liked children; despite Mart’s groans of watching so many the summers he and Brian had been junior counselors.
The boys obviously adored the Dukes, and the Dukes were having a grand time. Little Ron was accompanied by his twelve year old sister Sally Jo, who sat reading a copy of Anne of Green Gables, her new lunchbox sitting next to her, but all three Bob White girls noticed how her eyes kept drifting up to watch Bo. The girls noticed how everyone passed the ‘tryouts’ and had a position. When it came time to assign positions, even the ones who weren’t very good, were the alternates. Everyone was included.
Honey also noticed how Luke’s blue plaid shirt hugged his muscular frame. While she was used to the Bob White boys wearing a lot of flannel, none of them were quite as muscled as Luke Duke, who wore his sleeves rolled up.
A tall, thin man poked his head into the gym at one point to see what the noise was, and then wandered in. The Dukes were wrapping up the session and grinned at the man.
“Mr. Nuddlen!” Bo grinned. “It’s Bo Duke, and Luke.”
The man winced.
“Of course. The Duke boys. How could I forget?” he said grimly.
The girls giggled but the Dukes just grinned. “What are you doing?”
“We coach the orphanage basketball team,” Luke shook his hand.
“Yes, well, I remember a particular essay you wrote on basketball and why it should be a class,” Mr. Nuddlen glared at Bo, who laughed.
“I had forgotten about that!” he introduced the girls but Mr. Nuddlen kept glaring at them.
“You wrote that learning history was boring and how no girl would be interested in the Civil War the way they could be in a man with muscles,” he said disapprovingly.
The girls burst into laughter as Bo had the grace to grin sheepishly.
A moment later they went on their way as Mr. Nuddlen hurried out, muttering to himself about the good old days of writing lines on slates and arithmetic.
As they headed back to town, Bo driving at his usual alarming speed, they heard the siren and a police car pulled behind them.
“Dang, it’s Roscoe,” Bo grimaced.
“Why does Roscoe dislike you so much?” Honey asked.
“We uh, never rightly knew. He was a fine, straight lawman until the he lost his pension in the county vote. After that, he went sour, and took a real dislike to me and Bo. Since Roscoe is on Boss Hogg’s payroll, I think it’s a kind of follow the leader thing. Boss Hogg got real sore at Uncle Jesse for givin’ up the shine business because Uncle Jesse was the best shiner in three counties.” Luke answered.
“Shine?” Trixie asked.
“Moonshine whiskey,” Bo grinned. “Don’t ever drink the stuff.”
“Roscoe got the sheriff job because he’s Boss Hogg’s brother in law. Enos is the only deputy, and the only good lawman we got. Roscoe is in Hogg’s pocket all the way and it’s just bad the way they always go after us. I think it’s Hogg’s way of tryin’ to get back at Uncle Jesse for not runnin’ shine with him. Even though Uncle Jesse got out of it couple years ago, in fact most people around these parts did since they made it illegal, but Boss still has a couple stills around here,” Luke explained. “With him being the law in Hazzard County, he bends and breaks the rules to his advantage.”
“Boss owns most everything round here,” Bo added. “Every now and then he’ll sponsor an event for the town. In fact, there’s a dance this weekend, if you girls stick around,” Bo’s eyes stayed on Trixie.
“Uh-well, it’ll depend on the car,” Trixie said weakly, wondering what it would be like to dance in his arms, pressed up against his lean body. His hands had touched her shoulders and back enough she knew he was strong, and he had pushed the car fairly easily, not to mention he liked to lift her into the car. And his smile. His lips were so sexy, she thought, finding her eyes drawn to them when they weren’t glued to his dark blue eyes. He did this thing, where he pressed his lips together, just a bit, then smiled, and her skin flared with heat. However supple Jim was, he hadn’t turned her on with a look like Bo had.
Luke seemed to stay close to Honey, she thought with a smile, and her pretty friend was enjoying the attention. Di, practically engaged to Mart, was perfectly fine not flirting much with either man, but spending time chatting with both.
Luke couldn’t keep his eyes off Honey. She was only eighteen, he knew, and he was twenty-four, and she was just passing through town, which meant he was going to enjoy every minute he could with the soft-spoken girl. It hadn’t taken long to figure out who her father was. Luke knew she was out of his league and probably someday marry a rich boy she knew through social circles, but for now, he had her attention. He knew he was a womanizer, and he never lacked for female companionship but lately he had been thinking about truly giving it up. The older he got, the more he thought about finding a girl he could really care about, and maybe settle down with someday. One night stands just didn’t have the appeal they used to. The problem was, he wasn’t sure he could really do it and faithful. He had tried once, wanting her to not see anyone else but understand he had to flirt. That hadn’t gone over real well and Amy had pretty much told him where to shove it, then turned around and flirted with someone else. He had wanted to be faithful to her, but he knew he just couldn’t. But he also wondered if Honey was enough to change his mind, and his habits.
Then there was the whole social issue. The Dukes were farmers, and struggled to make their mortgage payment every month. Money wasn’t something they had much of, and barley soup had been a regular dinner item when times were more than lean and the boys couldn’t hunt their dinner. Luke knew he’d never be able to support Honey’s type of lifestyle.
Di was enjoying the scene. For the last five years she had watched her friends moon over and long to be with Jim and Brian. While she believed they would eventually reconcile, for she couldn’t see them not together or with anyone else,
all four needed to experience other people. Surely Brian and Jim weren’t living as chaste college men. Not that Di was encouraging Trixie and Honey to sleep around, but they needed to date men other than the boys they had spent the majority of the last five years ‘hanging out’ with. Even now, Jim and Trixie just couldn’t keep a steady relationship, and Di was very glad they were in an ‘off’ phase.
And Bo and Luke Duke seemed to be exactly what their friends needed. Both girls were obviously attracted to the cousins. Bo had the same impetuous, feisty, headstrong personality of Trixie, and Di could easily see Bo racing headfirst into adventure with her, without a lecture. Exactly what Jim didn’t do. And Luke, while much more levelheaded, he was an ex-Marine and loved a good adventure as well. The Duke boys were good for her friends, she thought smugly. Maybe more would come of this than she originally thought.
“Bo, aren’t you going to pull over?” Trixie asked, with a mischievous smile.
He glanced at her and their eyes met. In that second Bo knew there’d never be another girl to win his heart. It was firmly secured by Trixie Belden.
“Bo, there’s a train!” Honey pointed out, her voice worried.
“Shoot no. It wouldn’t be right to break with tradition. You girls hold on back there!” he said over his shoulder as he shifted gears.
Honey gasped and Di uttered a little scream, grabbing Honey by the arm.
“Brace yourself,” Luke warned Trixie.
She did so, leaning against Luke as Bo drove the General up a small incline and they sailed over the train. Bo hit the horn, sounding the cavalry call, which the girls had learned was the tune of “Dixie”. The girls turned to see Roscoe had attempted to follow, and his car was now being whisked away by the train car it had landed awkwardly on.
“Yeeehaaa!” Bo yelled excitedly.
The General slammed down and they all groaned in discomfort. Bo hit the brakes and the watched Roscoe disappear around the bend.
After a good laugh, Bo took off again.
“You do that all the time?” Trixie demanded, cheeks flushed, china blue eyes glowing.
The boys laughed.
“Several times a day sometimes,” Bo grinned at her as they raced along.
***
Honey placed a call to Cooter’s garage, to check on the car. He apologized and said it’d be a couple days until he got the right parts in. Honey assured it him was fine, and in her sweet, tactful way, suggested there was absolutely no rush. She could hear Cooter smiling as he understood.
***
Honey had been horrified to realize she must have left her hairbrush in the last hotel, so she and Trixie darted over to the store to pick up a new one. Two tall, thin girls with fluffy, teased blonde hair and very dark roots were giggling like mad as they picked out a lotion. Trixie and Honey ignored them until they heard a familiar name.
"I tell you what," the high pitched voice drawled, "Luke Duke ain't gonna know what hit him come Friday!"
The girls exchanged a look. Trixie edged closer to the pair, pretending to examine face products as they eavesdropped.
"What you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna dress so hot he won’t notice no girl but me! I’ll have him out the back door and in the backseat of the General in no time!"
Honey covered her mouth but Trixie’s dropped open as she and Honey stared at each other.
"Why don't you just ask him to go?" the other popped her gum.
"He ain't returnin’ my phone calls," the other grumbled.
Trixie almost laughed out loud.
"That Bo-I would love to drag him out back," the second sighed.
Luke's admirer made a snorting noise.
"You and half the girls in this town. Who haven't they dated yet?"
Trixie and Honey glanced at each other solemnly. Sounded like the Duke boys were the local playboys.
"Have you seen Luke's muscles lately? I swear they're bigger than when he got back from the Marines. That man sure knows how to fill out his clothes!"
"I'd just love to climb Bo again," the other sighed dreamily.
They wandered off as Trixie and Honey stared at each other in shock.
"Honey," Trixie whispered, "do we sound that trashy when we talk about the boys?"
"We don't really talk about them like that," Honey reminded her, "the Ick Brother fact?"
"Oh yeah," Trixie was silent for a moment, looking thoughtful, then grinned, "Climb Bo huh?"
Honey burst out laughing.
***
As the General sped along from the school, Bo took a turn dangerously fast, the back end of car swerving wildly. Trixie just grinned, now used to Bo’s driving. Bo was adventure, summed up in a word. Something that she realized had been missing from a certain supple redhead. To be fair, Jim almost always supported her, but it often came with a lecture as well.
As they turned the corner, laughing at Luke’s rendition of a Rosco chase, a white sedan came barreling around the corner.
“Hold on!” Bo shouted, jerking the wheel.
Di screamed as the car spun but Bo brought it back from the side of the road and slammed on the brakes as they felt the tire blow. The white sedan had spun the other way and forced to stop, barely missing a tree.
“What the-“ Luke started but Bo was already pulling himself out of the car, furious. Luke turned to the girls, “everyone ok?”
They acknowledged they were and Trixie was hot on Bo’s heels. Luke knew he better join them and quickly.
“Where’d you get your license?” Bo demanded as the passenger of the other car got out, “Cracker Jack box?”
“Why don’t you rubes get back in the car and forget you saw us?” the big, broad man behind the wheel growled, his ball cap pulled low over his eyes and his cigar held tight between his thin lips.
The man from the passenger side wore dark glasses and sneered at the Dukes and Trixie.
“Big guy ain’t ya, talking tough while your thug is standing next to you,” Bo snapped.
Trixie touched his arm lightly. These men were trouble. Big trouble.
The man behind the wheel didn’t answer, but opened the door. Trixie gasped and Bo pushed her behind him protectively. The man towered over Bo, and was as muscled as Luke. Bo’s mouth fell open slightly as he stared up at the man. Luke sighed.
“Like I said,” the man growled, “why don’t you get lost?”
Bo opened his mouth but Luke thumped his shoulder.
“That sounds like, uh, kind of a good idea,” Bo managed.
Trixie pulled the back of his shirt and the she and the Duke boys walked to the car backwards, still amazed at the man standing there. Honey and Di, perched on the doors, had stared in wonder, and now slid back into the car to allow the others in.
The two men hopped in their car and took off.
“You and your big mouth,” Luke sighed.
Bo just shook his head.
“Well, they almost ran us off the road. The girls could have been hurt!”
“I kind of remember someone else running us off the road the other day,” Trixie reminded him.
Bo gave her his quick grin and hugged her to him, leaving his arm around her shoulder.
“We came back to help. And besides, that was a big guy,” he chuckled.
Luke grinned and shook his head.
“Let’s get that tire changed and be on our way. They’re probably just passin’ through Hazzard,” Luke headed for the trunk, “Probably never see them goons again anyway.”
The two who roared off however, were Cletus and Billy Jo Wankie, both just released from the state pen after doing two years for armed robbery. They had a score to settle with a Hazzard resident, who had testified against them years before. Boss Hogg, who had reneged on their deal and sent the brothers upstream, keeping fifty thousand dollars for himself.
So they were more than passing through. And Luke couldn’t be more wrong.
***
The girls spent the next couple days with the Duke boys, watching them coach the boys team, and more than once, got thrilled with outrunning Rosco. Trixie was amazed by the asinine attempts of the local law to
catch speeders.
They were headed towards town through a thicket of trees when a stop sign literally rolled out from the bushes.
“Bo watch out!” Trixie exclaimed.
Bo dodged the stop sign and they glanced back as the now familiar pitch of sirens came on and the white car pulled out behind them.
“There’s Rosco,” Luke sighed.
“He set that up! Who ever heard of stop sign that rolled?” Trixie demanded indignantly.
“Yeah, well, that’s Hazzard for you.”
“No problem. We’re coming up to the car wash,” Bo grinned.
“Car wash?” Honey asked, “way out here?”
The boys laughed and Bo accelerated, Roscoe following. Over the CB came stilted male voice.
“Bo and Luke Duke, this is your Sheriff, Rosco P Coltrane, now you pull it right over so I can give you a ticket!”
Luke picked up the CB. “Roscoe, there ain’t no such thing a legal rolling stop sign.”
“There is when I say there is!” Roscoe replied, “Now you Duke boys pull it over! I’m in hot pursuit of you!”
“Sure thing, Roscoe,” Luke replied.
Bo laughed and as they came up on the pond, Bo took the General for another leap. Roscoe followed and ended up in the pond.
The general slammed to a stop and they looked back, laughing.
“He’s all right. I’ll call Cooter to come get him,” Luke laughed.
Bo shifted gears and they were off again.
Bo loved jumping the General often, except for the pain in his back when it landed. In the evenings, the boys played their guitars and sang, harmonizing beautifully for the girls.
One evening, Bo grabbed Trixie by the hand and they slipped outside for a walk. Trixie’s heart raced. Bo’s looks had been more than fond the last two days, and he seemed to have no problem constantly hugging her, slipping an arm around her, or taking her hand.
Luke was less forward with Honey, but his eyes said plenty to her, and she felt herself grow warm under his gaze. More than once, they had ended up in close quarters, and with his solid body pressed against hers, Honey marveled at the sensations that went through her. She had lost her balance a couple of times walking in the hilly areas but he was always right behind her, his large, strong hands ready to catch her.
Di and Daisy were immersed in conversation and Uncle Jesse was washing dishes when Bo and Trixie slipped out. Luke grinned at Honey and motioned to her to follow him. Luke knew Bo would head towards the barn, so he and Honey went the other way.
Pulling Trixie around the side of the barn, Bo drew her close to him. Trixie could feel blood rushing to her head. He was going to kiss her. Suddenly she had never wanted anything so badly.
“Thought we’d never get some alone time,” he murmured, looking down at her.
Trixie tilted her head back to him with a smile.
“You sure are something special,” he murmured, and then frowned as a shadow crossed her face, “I say something wrong?”
“Someone once called me his special girl,” she admitted.
Bo grinned, pulling her up against him.
“Never let it be said Bo Duke couldn’t come up with his own line. How ‘bout you’re my best girl,” he murmured, lowering his head to hers.
Trixie melted against him as their lips touched sweetly, and his arms tightened around her. Her knees weakened as they kissed, her heart leaping around in her chest.
Fire consumed Bo as he pulled tighter and their kiss became more intense. Without thinking he lifted her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck. When he set her down, they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Wow,” Trixie murmured.
Bo just nodded, a dumbfounded look on his handsome features.
“You scare me,” he murmured, running his hands over her curls.
“Me?” Trixie giggled.
“Yeah you.”
Trixie wondered what all that girl had meant by ‘climb Bo’, and she very suddenly wanted to find out.
“I ain’t gonna pressure you for nothin’,” he murmured, running his hand through her soft curls, then dipped his head to kiss her again, “we’ll take this as slow as you like.”
Impulse grabbed Trixie as always.
“Not too slow,” she whispered back, pulling his head down to hers.
***
Meanwhile, Luke and Honey wandered away from the barn, a comfortable silence descending on them. Luke finally reached for her hand and she smiled at him.
“You likin’ Hazzard?” he finally asked. She nodded.
“It’s definitely more interesting than Sleepyside,” she laughed.
Luke wasn’t sure what to say. Honey wasn’t like the women he usually chased, she deserved respect and caring, and this was a first for him. Talk just wasn’t a big factor in most of his ‘relationships’.
“How did you and Bo and Daisy end up with Uncle Jesse?” Honey asked, sensing his awkwardness.
“Daisy’s mama died giving birth to her. We never knew who her father was. Uncle Jesse took her in as a baby, before Aunt Ethel, his wife, died. Bo’s and mine Dads were brothers, and them and our mamas was killed in a car accident when we were kids. Bo was five, I was nine. Uncle Jesse was the oldest, and he done lost all of his younger siblings.”
“I’m sorry,” Honey murmured, squeezing his hand.
“Bo don’t really remember them, and sometimes my memories are pretty sketchy too, but Uncle Jesse’s always been there for us. Aunt Ethel died when I was twelve. She got real sick one winter and never recovered.”
“You’re lucky you have Uncle Jesse,” she said quietly.
Luke nodded.
“As much as the three of us put him through over the years,” Luke laughed, “he’s lightened up the last couple years. He’s given up a lot for us, especially money. It’s mine and Bo’s fault he had to stop making shine and he was makin’ a nice profit off it. We got caught chasin’ two years ago and the only way we could get probation and not jail time, was for Uncle Jesse to sign a treaty with the government.”
“He loves you a whole lot,” Honey said wistfully, remembering how distant her parents, especially her mother, had been growing up. Even now, she didn’t know them as well but at least she saw them regularly.
“He’s a good man. Always keeps a cool head, and does what’s right,” Luke replied, wondering if her lips were as soft as they looked. Did he dare kiss her? From what she and Di had said, she had expected to marry a doctor. Not a redneck farm boy from Georgia.
Marry? What the devil had possessed him to think about that? Those big hazel eyes had.
Honey wondered if he was ever going to kiss her. Or would it be just looks between them, like Trixie and Jim for so many years?
****
Author’s Notes
-This entire story was actually inspired by Jix CWP 2.2 Back to School, all elements in this chapter. The required elements are: a sale of school supplies (in the town dept store), Anne of Green Gables (read by Sally Jo), plaid (Luke’s signature shirt), slates (mentioned by Mr. Nuddlen), an essay (Bo’s essay on basketball), a bus stop (Trixie watching the bus make its practice run), lunchbox (Sally Jo’s), tryouts (the orphans basketball team), a gym (where the tryouts were held), and lockers (being installed).
-The drinking age in Georgia wasn’t raised to 21 until 1986. This story takes place around 1979, so Bo can order a beer at twenty (and often did in the show).
-Again, a thousand thanks to Dana, for editing, and again, I went and tampered and tweaked afterwards so all mistakes are mine!
-Pretty much all info on the Dukes and Hazzard is canon from the show, except for the history of Daisy, Bo and Luke. All we knew was that the boys parents died in an accident when they were young. I made the rest of up. There are two eps that conflict their arrival with to Jesse, so I took one option. Uncle Jesse did have a wife, but nothing is known about her, so I invoked Creative License!
-I borrowed stuff shamelessly from the show. Since they ran with about 6 main plots for seven years, I figured it was ok. I ain’t making money off this! The mention of Amy Creevey is from Season 1, episode 4, Luke’s Love Story.
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