A/N: This is my first Dukes fic, so please R&R. I'm like totally obsessed with the show now, hehehe.
There was a woman walking down the road aways, heading south in Georgia. She had one suitcase with her, and looked like she was hoping to get out of the heat. You see, her car broke down outside of Atlanta, and she'd been walking ever since. The expression on her face said she was aiming to find someone in particular.
Then, a four door navy blue car pulled up alongside her, "Hey, miss, can I give ya a hand?"
She stopped, eying the car carefully, "I spose. Ya'll headin' inta Hazzard?"
"We can", the stranger smiled, helping her into the back of the car.
A man in the back pulled a gun on her, "Now you jist keep quiet, ya hear?"
She nodded, her eyes wide at the sight of the gun.
Balladeer: Now, don't you just hate to see a woman in trouble? Those two look like they're lookin' for trouble.
As they entered the Hazzard limits, the CB buzzed with conversation going on over the Hazzard Net. The ride had been relatively quiet, and the three men looked as if they didn't quiet know where they were going.
"That road leads into a pond", the woman said, daring to say something to the driver, who was obviously lost.
"Fine, git her up here and let her drive us into town", the driver said, looking towards the passenger to the right, who was hiding under a large black hat.
Black Hat nodded, he seemed to be the head of whatever operation these fellas were into. The woman was shoved into the driver's seat, and she tried to look at Black Hat, only to have the gun previously pulled on her shoved into the back of her neck.
Fixing her eyes on the road ahead of her, she shrugged, "So, where am I takin' ya'll?"
"Into town, we have some business to take care of", the man who had been driving told her gruffly in a way that suggested that she had better start the engine, and soon.
As she drove, she stalled for time by going a long way to town. She had grown up in these parts, it seemed. Driving past a few cricks, she slowed the car down, just knowing there was another one of those pesky speed traps ahead somewhere.
"We need to get there before dark, ya know. Step on it!" the man with the gun said, pressing it into her neck again.
"Fine, but if we get pulled over, it ain't my fault", she rolled her eyes, speeding up considerably.
And sure enough, Hazzard County Sheriff, Roscoe P. Coltrane was right on their tails, his sirens going. The woman pulled to the side of the road, coming to a stop, not really wanting to give chase.
Stepping out, she pulled her long brownish red hair out of her way with one hand, and waved at the Sheriff with the other, "Howdy there, Roscoe, it's been a while."
Roscoe looked up from his notepad briefly, "Lizbeth? Is that really you?"
"Yes, sir, sheriff, sorry I was a speedin'. Reckon I didn't see the new sign, ya know, it's been a while since I've been inta Hazzard", she smiled, blinking those long lashes at him.
He started mumbling a bit, "But that still doesn't excuse yer speedin', young lady."
"Then fine me, but I gotta git", she nodded back over towards the car.
"Oh, is that so?" He started walking over to the navy car in question, "You know, this doesn't look like your vehicle. Did you steal it? That's it! I'm a gonna cuff ya 'n stuff ya."
As he reached around for his hand cuffs, Black Hat got out of the car, toting his own gun, "Now you just hold it right there, sheriff."
Balladeer: Uh-oh, looks like ol' Roscoe's got himself into trouble.