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| Left - Brig Gen Roscoe P. Coltrane Standing Right- Col JW Pepepr Seated Right - Lt Col. Justice Standing Left - Trooper |
Roscoe "Ah hope ma boys will do well tomorrow, this will be their first time in action. We've come all this way to fight the blue bellies and ah want the folks back home in Hazzard to think well of us"
The 1st Mississippi's leader, JW Pepper, leaned back, finished the wine and got one of his huge seegars out "There's no worry there, Genrall, mah boys will hold firm"
Roscoe : "Bah the way, Jubal (the artillery captain), how's your guns? Already for tomorrow?
Jubal " My little babies are already and rady to fire,sir..as you know, mah guns are name after the disciples... Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, they sure will do bark out the Lord's word when the time comes"
"Amen to that", replied Roscoe.
Suddenly, a rider came galloping up to the tent, and a dust covered trooper leapt from the horse and stood to attention, saluting the officers.."Begin ya pardon, Genr'll but ah have some news from Hazzard, just come over the wire to Manassas"
Roscoe sighed "Let's have it, boy"
The rider advanced a few paces, and bent down to hand Roscoe the note. The rider stood up, and remained to attention. Roscoe opened the note.
Lt Col Justice, the 2nd's leader leaned forward "Everything ok, Genr'll?"
Roscoe, having read a few lines, sighed out loud. He screwed up the note paper and threw it in disgust onto the dirt. "Ah knew it, ah jest dang well knew it. No sooner do we leave Hazzard, and that darned Duke family start causing trouble. Trooper, go back to the telegraph office, get them to send a message back to Hazzard, and tell that dipshit mayor, Boss Hogg, had better get it sorted or I'll be back maself!
"Now git!" Roscoe slumped back into his chair "Son of a bitch", he whispered.
