"Who's this?" Bridget asked Luke.

"That's the sheriff," Luke answered, and reached over and grabbed her hands and told her, "Get those up, higher."

Roscoe was beaming from ear to ear as he commented, "The Duke boys caught red handed in possession of a firearm, I'll just bet we get a life sentence for both of you this time."

"Now wait just one damn minute," Bridget put her hands down.

Luke elbowed her sharply to shut her up, not wanting things to get any worse than they already were, "Now look, Rosco…"

"No, you look, Mr. Luke Duke," Rosco told him as he advanced on the three of them, "Your plea bargain agreement was that you and Bo wouldn't leave Hazzard County, and that neither of you were permitted to use firearms, looks like the mother of all violations right here. I'm sure Boss Hogg will be pleased with this, especially after what you did to him this morning."

"We didn't do anything to him," Bo said, "We weren't even here…"

Luke elbowed his cousin in like to shut him up as well. Things were bad enough without incriminating themselves in leaving the county line.

"How'd you find us, Rosco?" Luke asked.

The sheriff grinned and replied, "You kidding, Luke? You think after all the years I've chased you around this county that you're the only one that knows all the ins and outs of these wide open spaces?" he gestured with his gun and told all three of them, "Get in the car."

"Do we have a choice?" Bridget asked Luke.

They did, but Luke would only prefer taking it if they didn't have an innocent bystander in the way. He knew Rosco didn't have it in him to actually harm anyone, but he did keep his gun loaded, and anytime you got a power hungry man with a loaded gun, there were always risks, it would be just their luck this time Rosco would inadvertently hit a target, and Luke knew if anything would go wrong, Rosco wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing he shot someone, least of all a woman who was a stranger in their town. They could let him take them in now and figure out an escape later, it wouldn't be their first time.

"No," he answered, "Everybody assume the position," and raised his hands high over his head. Bo and Bridget did the same in like.

"Now," Rosco started to say, but did a double take at the third party and asked, "Who's this?"

Bo decided to take a shot and suggested jokingly, "One of our cuter guy friends?"

"Alright, Rosco, we're coming, just don't shoot," Luke said.

"Just get in the car and I won't," he replied.


Of all the things nobody could ever say about Rosco, being too intelligent took the top of the list. He'd hauled Bridget and the Dukes in, but he'd only booked Bo and Luke and put them in a holding cell; thus far he hadn't put it together that Bridget was just as involved as they were. Instead somehow he'd gotten it in his head, once he'd found out she was a woman and realized she'd been the one he'd seen earlier, that the Dukes had kidnapped her, stolen her car and forced her along for the ride, and that the shotgun and whatever else was in the car had belonged to the boys.

"I don't care if you are the sheriff around here, you're an idiot," Bridget told Rosco, "They didn't do anything."

"Ma'am, I can understand what you've been through," Rosco told her, "I've been catching up on all the new findings in kidnapping victims' psy-chol-ogy. This here is what they call that Stockholm Syndrome."

"WHAT?" all three of them asked.

Bridget waved towards the two guys in the cell and said, "Hey uh…Bo?"

"Luke," he answered.

"Sorry," Bridget replied, "Exactly what is the qualification for being sheriff 'round here? Is tying your shoelaces a major accomplishment on the test?"

"I'm starting to wonder," Luke answered deadpanned.

"Me too," Bo added.

"Ma'am, if you'll just sit down over here, I can take your statement," Rosco told her.

"Oh I got a statement for you," she replied as she sat down in Rosco's chair at his desk.

"Uh ma'am, over here," Rosco pointed to the other chair in front of the desk.

Bridget ignored him, prompting Roscoe to repeat himself, and again, louder this time. The third time he yelled it loud enough to get her attention, she turned her head and told him as she pointed to her right ear, "I'm a bit deaf in this ear today, I'm afraid you'll have to speak up a little louder. Especially them here that be chronic mumblers."

"Miss, would you mind sitting over here?" Rosco spoke up.

Bridget looked at him deadpanned and asked, "Why? Don't you believe me sitting here?"

Bo and Luke looked at each other and tried not to laugh at that, but it was hard because it came out of nowhere and they couldn't tell if she was just being stubborn and giving Rosco the runaround or if she was that simple minded when you got down to the bottom of it all.

But Rosco wasn't having it and he had Bridget get up and move over to the other chair. Once they'd each sat down respectively, Bridget leaned over the desk and asked him as if she were seeing a psychiatrist instead of speaking to the county sheriff, "So, what's wrong with me?"

"Well, you see…" Rosco started to answer, then realized what was happening and he became very serious and yelled at her, "Get up!"

Bridget hopped out of the chair and expected Rosco to do the same but he remained seated and rolled a piece of paper through his typewriter, "Now, what's your name?"

"Why, you want a date?" she asked.

"Ma'am, your name."

She paused for a minute before answering, "Jewel Franklin."

Bo and Luke looked at each other, neither said a word but both knew they were thinking the same thing.

Rosco punched the keys to the typewriter and said, "Alright, Miss, now suppose you tell me what happened? How exactly did you happen to come across these…" he gestured to the Duke boys behind the bars, "Lowlife criminals?"

That got a few remarks out of the two cousins who gripped the bars like they could rip them off the door.

"Well if you'll stand up, Sheriff, I'll be very glad to show you," Bridget told him.

"Alrighty then," Rosco said, and did.

The two cousins looked at each other again, wondering what was going to happen now.

"Alright," Bridget told Rosco, "Now, I'll be me, you be the Dukes."

"Okay," Rosco said.

"Alright," Bridget said, and lunged at him and said, "Now I'm coming towards you."

"Right," Rosco said.

"I'm coming right at you," Bridget said as she leered towards him.

"Right," Rosco said.

Bridget suddenly lunged at him again and in this instant, relieved him of his sidearm and held it on him.

"Alright, Sheriff, grab the sky," she told him.

Dumbstruck, Rosco complied. Bo and Luke's eyes doubled in size at what they just saw and the way things were unfolding now.

"Alright, Sheriff," Bridget said, "Now I apologize for this, but will you get the key to open that cell door?"

Rosco was in such shock that he didn't even hear her, when he finally found his voice, all he could get out was a little squeak of, "Eh?"

"Get the key," Bridget told him again.

This time he heard her, and he did as she said.

"Alright, open the door," Bridget said.

Rosco looked at the cell and then back at her and shook his head, "Ma'am I can't…"

"Do it," she advised him firmly.

Rosco sputtered and stammered as he got the ring of keys and found the right one for the cell door, he looked at the Dukes and warned them, "Watch your fingers."

They each let go of the bars and took a step back as he unlocked the door. Luke grabbed the bars and slid the door open.

"Come on, guys," Bridget said, and as they slowly walked out of the cell, she kept Rosco's gun aimed at him and told him, "Get in."

"Oh now wait a minute, see here!" Rosco started to say.

"Rosco," Luke said to him, "I don't think it's a good idea to argue with somebody who's holding you at gunpoint, especially with your own gun."

Even Rosco had to admit there was a point in there, much as it killed him. He raised his hands and slowly backed into the cell, Luke pulled the door shut and locked it.

"Alright," Bridget said slowly, and now told Luke, "Put the keys back." She went over to where Rosco had printed the Dukes and grabbed the two sheets of fingerprints that hadn't been processed yet and ripped them up. Rosco just gripped the bars and groaned at seeing this opportunity of a lifetime to lock the Dukes up, falling to pieces around him.

"Okay, let's go," she said to them, and then to Rosco she said again, "Sheriff, I do apologize."

"Yeah, sorry, Rosco!" Bo called back to the lawman as they hightailed it out of there.

The three of them ran out of the police station and piled into Rosco's police car and peeled out of there.

"Very ingenuous, Bridget…" Luke looked over at her suspiciously and asked, "Or should we call you Jewel Franklin?"

Bridget looked at the two cousins who both looked like she'd just sprouted horns and a tail and she said to them, "Oh come on, you didn't really think I'd be dumb enough to give a cop my real name, do you?"

"Well, there's a point in that," Bo conceded.

"What was that moron going on about, about probation?" Bridget asked them, "Are you guys really on probation?"

"For life," Luke answered.

"What for?" she wanted to know.

"It's a long story," he told her.

"Then I guess I was right," Bridget said to Bo, "I told you I had the time. So, what's going on?"

"Well…"


Luke pulled Rosco's car up over beside the red car and the General Lee and cut off the engine. They'd come back to get their car, they'd return Rosco's car to the station in a little bit. But first they had some unfinished business to tend to. Evidently though, Bridget wasn't aware of this fact; this was the first time she got to actually get a good look at the General Lee and she was in awe when she saw it.

"Man that is so cool, I especially love this," she said as she ran her hand over the Rebel flag on the top, "I ought to have one of these put on my car." She looked back to the Dukes and asked them, "How far did that kind of custom job set you back?"

Luke went over to Bridget and asked her in a very no-nonsense tone, "Alright, now what's going on around here?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Don't play dumb with us," Luke said and pointed back to the Camaro, "That's not your car, is it?"

Bridget looked over towards it and sheepishly shifted the expression on her face and said, "We-e-e-e-e-ll…"

"Yeah?" Bo asked.

Bridget shook her head, "Nah."

"Is that stuff in the back yours?" Luke asked.

"Nope," she shook her head.

"Then whose is it?" Bo asked.

"Beats me," Bridget said, "I traded my car in at some lot in a real hick town about 200 miles back, first time I open this one up to check for a spare tire, I find instead I've got enough arsenal to blow open Fort Knox. Somehow the dealer forgot to mention that, or empty it out."

"And they conveniently forgot to hand over the registration," Luke noted.

Bridget shrugged and said simply, "So I ain't the brightest bulb. Least when the 4th of July does come around, I'll be ready."

"Well Miss Galloway it's been interesting, but I'd advise you to turn that car around and get out of Hazzard County as fast as you can, you'd be much better off if Rosco Coltrane forgets about you."

Bridget looked at them oddly, "What about you guys?"

"What about us?" Bo asked.

"He'll put you guys back in jail, won't he?" she asked.

"He always tries," Bo answered.

"If I stay I could clear the whole thing up, if I go I can't clear you guys on the gun charge," Bridget said.

"If you stay he's going to put you in jail for a whole mess of charges that you did commit," Luke pointed out, "Including theft of a lawman's gun, give me that," he took the Smith and Wesson back from her and gave it to Bo and told him, "Go put this in the car."

"Sure, why not?" Bo asked, "You can only get life in prison once."

Another idea occurred to Bridget and she said to them, "Why don't you guys come with me? You're already wanted for a probation violation, if you leave the county and don't come back, he can't cross the lines to find you, can he?"

"We can't do that," Luke said.

"Why not? You could go somewhere they don't know you, start fresh, get away from that moron," Bridget said.

"We can't do it," Bo said as he came back, "Our whole lives are here, our family, besides, if we weren't here, there wouldn't be anybody to help out everyone else when Boss Hogg started cheating them out of their money and their homes."

"Well you're better men than I am," Bridget said, and added, "I guess I'm lucky I never had any roots to put down, don't have to feel loyal to any place, or anyone." Her demeanor changed to a slightly more upbeat one and said, "Well, thanks for showing me around anyway, it's been a blast. I'm sorry I got you guys into so much trouble."

"Trouble is our middle name," Bo told her as they hugged goodbye, "We always figure a way around Rosco."

"I hope you do," Bridget said. She took the pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and said, "I'm gonna take it easy and have a smoke for a couple minutes, then I'm getting out of here."

Luke thought of something and asked her, "If all that stuff's in the trunk, why'd you put the first one out before you got in?"

"Don't like ashes getting on the upholstery," Bridget said over the Marlboro in her mouth as she lit it, "I may be a stupid hick but I'm not a slob."

Luke and Bo looked at each other and Bo smacked himself on the side of the head.

"Bo, when they were handing out the brains in this family, you must've been standing in line with a sieve," Luke said.

"So I was wrong, but I was still right, wasn't I?"

"I suppose so," Luke grumbled, "Let's get home, Uncle Jesse's going to start wondering where we are."

"First we gotta get Rosco's car back," Bo said.

"Oh right," Luke said, "I'll take it, you take the General Lee."

"Right," Bo went over to their car and jumped in through the window.

"Ever hear of a door?" Bridget asked Luke sarcastically.

"Yeah, that's why we don't use them," he answered without missing a beat, "Take care of yourself."

"Bye," she waved him off as he went over to the sheriff's car and got in.

Bridget stood by her car and watched as the Dukes got in their cars, revved up the engines and sped out of there, first Luke in the sheriff's car, then Bo in their car, letting out a long and loud "YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAW!" in the process.

"Yee-haw," Bridget repeated mockingly, "Why not?"

She inhaled the majority of the smoke off her cigarette in one long breath, let it out in one equally long exhale, dropped the remainder of the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, then got back in her car, and also turned around and went back the way they'd come.