Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Colt Tanner, a 45 year old man with sandy brown hair and piercing gray eyes, expertly drove his 4-wheel drive jeep up the rugged mountain trail toward Madeline Whitefeather’s cabin. The sheriff of Twelve Sleep County, Wyoming was very familiar with the road, for he had been making this trip on a regular basis for over a month and a half.

Tanner knew that Maddie and Carl were hiding from the Colorado police. He knew who Maddie was when he first saw her after he became the sheriff. He was a good cop and had immediately looked into the Mc Curdy/Whitefeater case. Tanner learned exactly what the Hardy men recently concluded; the so-called confession of Carl Whitefeather and the over-all handling of the case made it appear that Carl was a scapegoat. Someone wanted the whole case to disappear quickly. Tanner had decided then to just watch Maddie. It didn’t take him long to figure out where Carl was hiding, and Tanner watched them both closely. It wasn’t long before he concluded that Maddie was a hard working, honest woman and Carl was a sweet, mild-mannered boy.

After the plane crash involving the Hardys, Maddie had confessed her story to Fenton and Joe, in hopes that Mr. Hardy and his sons could help clear Carl. Fenton persuaded Tanner to tell Maddie the truth, letting them know he was their friend and was helping the Hardys with their investigation.

Colt Tanner had followed Mr. Hardy’s advice. Ever since he confided in Maddie that he knew the truth, their casual friendship was quickly developing into a much more personal relationship.

The sheriff reached the opposite side of the dry creek bed and smiled as he saw Maddie and Carl working together in their herb garden. Maddie made a living by growing and collecting natural herbs, which she used to make homeopathic medicines. She then sold the medicines in the towns throughout the county.

Maddie Whitefeather’s overalls were soiled and her long, black hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, but to Colt Tanner, she looked beautiful.

Forty-four years old, Maddie felt her cheeks grow warm like a schoolgirl as soon as she noticed Colt’s gray eyes gazing in her direction. She stood up, pulling off her gardening gloves and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled as she began walking toward the sheriff’s white jeep.

Carl Whitefeather noticed his mother’s movement and looked to where she was walking. A bright smile filled Carl’s face as his eyes focused on his mother and Sheriff Tanner embracing.

"I have good news," Colt began, gently brushing a smug of dirt from Maddie’s chin, "The Hardys are on their way. They should arrive tomorrow morning, then we’ll drive up here to see you and Carl."

Maddie closed her eyes and rested her head against Colt’s shoulder, "Oh, Colt," she sighed, "Do you really believe they can help Carl?"

"If anyone can," Colt answered, "I believe Fenton and his sons will do the job." He gave her a reassuring hug.

Carl came up to them, fingers flashing as he quickly signed a greeting to the sheriff. Colt Tanner gave the 26-year-old man a warm hug.

"I’ve got something for you, Carl," Tanner signed to Carl. Carl was deaf, mute and mentally challenged, but could read lips fairly well and had mastered sign language. His black eyes lit up as Colt handed him a brightly wrapped package.

"This is from your friend, Joe," Tanner signed.

Carl tore excitedly into the paper, tossing pieces everywhere. He finally held up a bright yellow t-shirt, grinning. Carl quickly pulled off his own soiled shirt and donned the new shirt from Joe Hardy. The young man then turned around in a circle so his mother and the sheriff could see both sides of the shirt.

"Very nice," Maddie signed, smiling as she looked at the t-shirt. On the front was a souped-up car that looked a lot like Carl’s favorite Matchbox car. Across the shoulders in the back read the words, ‘HOTROD CARL’.

* * *

The Hardys checked their baggage and, after passing through the security checkpoint, made their way to their departure gate. They had another 45 minutes to wait until it was time to board their plane.

Frank and Fenton Hardy both watched Joe closely. As their boarding time drew nearer, the youngest Hardy grew more and more agitated. He would suddenly stand and pace, then sit and bounce his leg nervously. Frank was afraid Joe’s lower lip would be raw from him chewing it constantly. Twice Joe made a dash for the Men’s Room. Both times Frank followed and quickly spoke softly to his brother, reassuring him after he’d been sick.

When Joe made a third run for the restroom, Frank was again on Joe’s heels. He caught him by the sink, splashing cold water on his face.

"I-I don’t t-think I can do this!" Joe whispered, clutching Frank’s arm, "I can’t get on that plane!"

Frank took a deep breath. He needed to say the right thing without making Joe feel weak or stupid. "Joe, I know you can do this," Frank began, gazing purposefully into Joe’s sapphire eyes, "You are tougher than anyone I know. You proved that when you saved Dad’s life after the crash. You can do this because you know Carl needs you."

"Y-you’re right," Joe let out a shuttering breath, "I can’t let Carl down."

Ten minutes later, Joe Hardy boarded the plane with his father and brother. Though pale and still somewhat nauseas, Joe was resolved to help his friend, Carl Whitefeather.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.