A/N: ok, this chapter will explain why Red hates Boss. and I hope you enjoy it. Also, there is only one more chapter after this! (I know some of you are thinking thank God, but I'll be sad to see it go.)
Boss shrunk in fear. A part of him refused to believe that the man he had put in jail was out and standing in the way of his only escape. The other part told him he was about to die.

"You're supposed to be locked away," Boss whimpered.

"Good behavior," Red told him with an evil grin. "Not that you would know anything about that."

Boss smiled weakly and said nervously, "I'm so glad your out. I missed you."

"That's a lie."

"No, no it's not," Boss said, shaking.

"What were the terms of our partnership?" Red asked angrily.

"It would be sixty forty, and I would get the forty," Boss said slowly.

"And what happened that time you stiffed me?" Red asked with a leer.

Boss began to sweat bullets and repeated what happen. "You stole my car, sold it to my competition and then demanded that I pay you what would have been a hundred percent on the job I stiffed you on. Once I paid you, I got my car back."

"And what was the other term?"

Boss didn't answer and then Red yelled, "What was it!"

"You were never to run shine, no matter what," Boss answered guiltily.

Red walked towards Boss, her back facing Luke. That's when Luke noticed a couple strands of strawberry hair that had fallen out from underneath the gray cabbie hat. Luke's mouth dropped and he felt hatred grow in the pits of his stomach. He looked away angrily and gritted his teeth.

"So tell me, how did I get locked away?" Red asked with a snarl.

"You were running shine," Boss answered.

"Tell the truth for a change Hogg," Red said, giving a threatening glare.

"I planted the shine in the car you were driving to Atlanta for me, and then I gave a false tip to the Chickasaw county sheriff," Boss wailed, his nerves breaking. "I was using you to run shine all those times you went to my chop shop in Chickasaw, Savannah, and Atlanta. And I never gave you your cut."

"You really think I wanted a cut of shine money?" Red snapped.

"I knew you wouldn't take the cars if they had shine in them, so I never told you," Boss said. "I just thought you would be in jail for life. I never thought you would get out. Now you're here to kill me!"

Red shook her head and said, "I never would want to kill you." She pulled out her tape recorder and said, "I just want to put you in jail. I would have sold you out the second the police put the handcuffs on me, but I didn't have enough evidence. I do now."

Boss' mouth hung open. He glared at Red and was at a lost for words. Red smiled sweetly at Boss and said, "Oh yeah, there's another thing I want to share with you."

With her free hand she pulled off her grey cabbie hat and tossed her strawberry blonde hair. She grinned broadly and said sweetly, "Surprise."

This was too much for Boss. "I've been chucked and jived by a girl?" Boss exclaimed.

"Hell has no furry like a woman scorn," Jezebel reminded him. "And I prefer swindle, it sounds more ladylike."

Boss looked at the tape in her hand and asked, "What do you want for it? Money, the charges against you dropped?" Jezebel stole a quick glance to Luke, who refused to look at her. Boss smirked and asked snidely, "Luke Duke's freedom?"

Jezebel stared at Boss with a loathing glance. Finally she smirked at Hogg and said, "Well, I could use the money, seeing how my last steady job was with you and that was six years ago. However, I think I'd rather use this for a story and then hand it over to the police. The state's police not your rent-a-cop."

Boss frowned and slowly reached for an extra gun that was left behind from Rosco. He pointed the gun at Jezebel and said, "Give me the tape."

Jezebel stared at the gun and then looked at Boss fearfully. After a moment she smiled and said, "You don't have the guts. Be sides, hogs don't have thumbs."

Boss snarled at her and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang and Jezebel felt a strange tingling sensation in her upper left arm. Her arm went numb and she looked at her arm. Blood started to appear around the gun wound and Jezebel winced.

"Give me the tape," Boss told her.

She took the tape out of the tape recorder and threw it at Boss with a face of pain and distaste. Then she used her hand to apply pressure to her wound. Her knees began to feel weak and she leaned against the wall for support. She took in deep breath while Boss threw the tape on the ground and began to crush it with his foot, smiling.

Luke was watching Jezebel. He had never seen Boss shoot anyone before; he didn't think Boss could shoot anyone. Jezebel's face paled and she began to slide down the wall. She was sitting on the floor, gasping for air and was unable to look at Luke. He saw blood begin to seep through her fingers and her face winced with pain when she applied more pressure to her wound.

She looked at Luke and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry," to him and then struggled to get up. Once she was up, she quickly staggered up the stairs and out of the jailhouse. Once in the street, she walked over to a darken ally way, and searched for a bandana in her pockets. She found it and quickly wrapped it around her wounded arm. She pulled it tight and then tied it. Her previously numb arm was now throbbing with pain, and she tried to make a fist with her left hand, but that only cause a shooting pain to go through her left arm. She grimaced and used her right arm to put her hat back on and tuck in her hair. Then she headed over to Cooter's where Bo, Cooter and the other three we're waiting.

"Did you destroy the tape?" Bo asked earnestly.

Jezebel nodded, trying not to pass out from the pain.

"All right," Ted said. "While that lawyer is setting Luke free, let's figure out who is driving which car."

"Red will drive Scarlett and I'll ride with him," Billy told them.

"No," Bo said sternly.

"Why not?" Billy asked.

"I'm not letting you drive away with my arrows," Bo explained.

"I'm not letting you drive Scarlett," Jezebel growled through gritted teeth.

"Then, I'll be the passenger and Cooter can drive the General," Bo suggested.

Cooter grinned wildly at the idea of driving the General and said, "That sounds like a great plan."

"If Red has no objections, then it's okay by us," Ted told them.

They turned to Jezebel (Red) who just nodded her head because she was too preoccupied with the pain in her arm to argue. As everyone filled into their cars, Ted and the other two in the dark green car, and Cooter in the General, Jezebel tried to grasp the keys without having pains in her arm, but it hurt worse then ever now. She knew there was no way she could drive the car, without crashing it, in her condition. She tossed the keys to Bo, using her good arm and commanded rather then requested, "Bo drive."

Bo gave her a confused look as he caught the keys, but nodded. He hopped into the car through the windows, since he was so used to the General he didn't even bother checking to see if the doors worked. Jezebel also climbed through the window and they all sat there waiting.

If you're wondering what they are waiting for, this was all part of the plan. See Jezebel called up her friend who was lawyer to come down and help bail Luke out, and that's just what he was doing this second.

Chris was one of Atlanta's best up and coming lawyer. He knew Jezebel very well because he was her, unofficial, lawyer. She was always getting herself, and any boy she was using that week, in trouble with the law. Thanks to Jezebel Chris had many clients. That's why when he got a call from her, asking to help get the charges against someone named Luke dropped, he gladly agreed.

Chris was looking at a sour face Boss, who found the fact that a Duke would have a lawyer repulsive. He gave Chris a dirty glance and asked, "You're Luke Duke's lawyer?"

Chris nodded. "I am here to defend Mr. Duke. So, I'd like to see the case and the evidence you have against my client."

Boss scowled and said, "Well, your client was found possessing illegal exploding arrows, which we all know is a felony."

Chris nodded understandably. "Can I see these arrows?" Chris requested.

Boss walked over to the evidence closet and opened it up. He searched through the closet and pulled out the arrows. He handed them to Chris without a second glance. Chris inspected the arrows and said, "These are regular arrows."

"What?" Boss exclaimed. He grabbed the arrows from Chris and looked at them. Chris was right; these were not the illegal arrows. Boss stared at Chris and Luke in disbelief. They had been the exploding arrows when he watched Rosco put them in the closet. And there were no other arrows in the closet. He didn't understand how they could have changed.

Chris smirked and asked, "Well, was that all you based your case on?"

"No. There's a taped confession," Boss told him.

"I would be thrilled to hear it."

Boss nodded and bustled upstairs. Once Boss was gone, Chris extended his hand to Luke and said, "Hi, I'm Chris. Alice sent me."

"Luke," he said as shook his hand, "and are you sure Jezebel didn't send you?"

Chris smiled and said, "Yeah, she did. If it makes you feel better, you aren't the first guy she put behind bars."

Before Luke could ask about it, Boss came back down the stairs with an envelope in his hand. He smiled weakly and said, "I seemed to have missed place the tape."

"That is if there ever was a tape," Chris retorted. He cleared his throat and said, "Now, either you release my client and drop all the charges against him, or I will have to press charges against you for false charges."

Boss grumbled and opened the cell door. Luke quickly walked out of the cell and headed up the stairs with Chris. Boss followed them out of the jailhouse and scowled as he saw Chris offer to give Luke a ride back to the farm, which Luke accepted.

As Luke and Chris drove off, Rosco walked up to Boss very confused. "Boss, why did you let Luke leave?"

"Why!" Boss yelled. "I'll tell you why. Because some dipstick wasn't paying close enough attention and Luke somehow got the arrows switched."

"That's impossible," Rosco told him. "They only people who came in were that fierce looking gang."

"What gang?" Boss asked.

"There was four of them, three big ones and one little mean one," Rosco said.

"Did the little one have on a grey cabbie hat?" Boss asked, his eyes widening in understanding.

"Why yes he did. He was a nasty little guy."

"Rosco you dipstick!" Boss cried, taking Rosco's hat and began hitting him with it. "You let them destroy all the evidence!"

"How so?"

"The switched arrows, while Jezebel stole the tape," Boss explained. "See, look at this note."

Boss shoved the envelope under Rosco's nose. Rosco opened it up and read the note.

Guess whose confession you confessed over. All my love, Jezebel. (A.k.a Red)

"OH! That's bad."

Boss notice that the General just pulled out of Cooter's garage and said, "There's the General. It must have the illegal arrows. Go get it!"

"Will do little fat buddy," Rosco responded as he ran over to his car. "I'm in hot pursuit. I love it, I love it."

As soon as the General pulled out, Scarlett pulled out in the opposite direction. Bo and Jezebel (still dressed up as Red) headed back towards the farm. While they were driving, Bo took a sharp turn that tossed Jezebel to the side of the car, bumping her left arm. She gasped and cried out, "Jesus Haystack, watch the corners."

"Haystack," Bo repeated in disbelief. He stared at Jezebel with his mouth open. After the realization of Red's trued identity had sunk in, he hissed, "You."

"Turn!" Jezebel screamed, as she grabbed the wheel and sharply turned it. They barely missed a goat that had wondered into the middle of the road.

"You," Bo hissed again, his eyes becoming narrow, angry slits. His soul focus was on Jezebel now, and the car started to swerve left and right on the road. "You've got some nerve pretending you give a damn about getting Luke out of jail when you help put him in there. If you weren't a girl, I'd-"

"You're going to crash my car!" Jezebel cried out, causing Bo to look at the road and swerve before he hit a tree. Jezebel let out a sigh of relief and asked, "Where the turn?"

Bo frowned and looked behind him. Then he said slowly, "Um, I think I missed."

Jezebel groaned and wished she had never let Bo drive her car. Bo forced himself to watch the road and not lash out at Jezebel. He continued down the road knowing that there was another turn half a mile down the road. Unfortunately, Enos, Daisy, and Alice were a quarter of a mile down the road. Jezebel was the first one to spot them. "Bo, isn't this the road you were supposed to avoid?"

Bo spotted them also and muttered, "Shoot," right before he sped by them.

Enos saw a pink car rapidly pass him and he knew the only person in a one hundred mile radius was Jezebel. He excused himself from Daisy and Alice. Then he quickly got in his police cruiser to chase after it.

Bo looked over his shoulder quickly and saw Enos. "What does he want?" Bo asked panicked.

"He recognizes the car," Jezebel told him as she reached in the back of her car. She grabbed a plastic bag with her clothes in it and threw her hat into the bag. "Keep driving, don't let him catch you."

"No really," Bo muttered sarcastically.

As he was driving, Jezebel grabbed her shirt from the bag and unbuttoned her male plaid shirt. "What are you doing?" Bo asked alarmed.

"Just keep your eyes on the road," Jezebel warned him.

Bo frowned and kept trying to lose Enos as Jezebel changed shirts. She fixed the bandana, which was now covered in blood. Just as Bo was about to turn and go across a field to lose Enos, Jezebel commanded, "Stop."

"What? Why?"

"Just pull over," Jezebel told him.

"No."

"Do it," Jezebel growled.

Bo exhaled angrily, and pulled over. Jezebel stepped out of the car, now dressed more like a girl, and walked over to where Enos had pulled over. Bo watched as Jezebel talked to Enos. Enos smiled and nodded with everything Jezebel said. Finally Jezebel gave him a hug and he went back into his car.

Once Jezebel was back in Scarlett, Bo asked, "What was that all about?"

"I told him I was just testing out Scarlett," Jezebel answered in a tone that showed she didn't want to discuss it any further.

Bo looked her over and noticed some droplets of blood running down her left arm. He suddenly noticed how there was no color left in her face. "What happen to your arm?" Bo asked.

"Got in a fight with a goat, if you think I look bad you should see the goat," Jezebel answered curtly.

"Huh?" Bo asked with a confused look.

"Just drive Haystack," Jezebel told him.

Bo scowled and drove back to the farm where Daisy, Jesse, Luke, Alice, and Chris were waiting for them. Cooter was still giving Rosco a run for his money.

Luke found the ride back to the barn very informational. He found out that Jezebel might have been the reason why most of the guys she meet had spent some time in jail and she hardly helped get them out. The most she would do is give them the name of her friend Chris and then leave them. In fact, she had only really tried three times to get someone out of jail. One time was for the first boy she ever put in jail. The second time was for Chris, and now it seemed the third time was for Luke. Also, the first guy she ever landed in jail was, as Chris put it, some fella she considered a brother whose name was Ernie or something like that. And when Luke suggested the name Enos, Chris nodded, which caused Luke to burst out laughing.

Now when the five inside heard a car pull up, they assumed it would be Cooter and the General, so imagine their surprise when they saw Bo hope out of the driver's side with the arrows. Luke turned on his heel and stormed into the house. They all followed suit, except for Jesse who walked over to the car.

Bo leaned into the window and told Jezebel, "Now leave and don't come back."

Before Jezebel could responded, Jesse strode over to her side of the car and said sternly, "Jezebel Ann Rinehart, get in this house right now!"

Jezebel shrunk slightly and said meekly, "Yes sir."

She grabbed her plaid red shirt and got out of the car. She walked slowly into the house with her head hung. Bo glared after her and asked, "Why do you want her to come in the house?"

"Bo, every story has two sides," Jesse told Bo. "I've always told you to consider both sides, so I want to hear her side."

Jesse sat Jezebel down at one side of the table while everyone else crowded the other side. She stared down at her feet, feeling Luke's hateful gaze. Luke couldn't believe his Uncle Jesse would even care about Jezebel's side of the story after all the hell she put the Duke family through. And even though he hated admitting it, he was slightly interested to her reasons why.

His eyes kept traveling to her left arm, where she kept wiping away the blood before it could be noticed. He wondered why no one else observed this, and once he looked around, Luke got his answer.

Alice refused to look at her friend in the eye. Daisy was looking down at the table. Bo was staring resentfully at Jezebel looking into her eyes. Jesse was sitting in a chair and looking sternly at Jezebel. Chris found this situation funny and was only sticking around to give Alice a ride back into Atlanta.

"All right, why you do it?" Jesse asked Jezebel.

Jezebel paused and said, "I thought if I convinced Boss Hogg that I was on his side I could record him confessing about some of his moonshine and chop shops."

"So you think you can use our family to do that?" Bo asked angrily.

"No one was supposed to get hurt or get arrested," Jezebel defended feebly. "I was just trying to get Hogg back for getting me arrested. I'm really sorry for involving all you Dukes."

There was moment of hesitation and finally Jesse asked, "What happen to your wrist?"

Jezebel paused and looked at her right hand. The bandages were ready to fall off. "I had to break a window."

There was another period of silence and Jesse told everyone, "All right, I want everyone to leave except Luke."

They all filed out of the kitchen and soon it was just Luke, Jesse and Jezebel. Jesse got up and pulled Luke into the car. He turned to Jezebel and said, "Now, I think you two should have a private talk."

As soon as Jesse left, there was a long awkward silence where Luke stared angrily at Jezebel. Jezebel shifted uncomfortably and said remorsefully, "Luke, I'm sorry. I never meant for you to take the fall."

"No, you just meant Bo who is like a brother to me," Luke snapped.

"I really just meant to trick Boss and not give him anything he could use," Jezebel told him. "I'm sorry I let him get it. I'm sorry I got you arrested."

"You think only about yourself, don't you?" Luke asked bitterly.

"I've been told that."

"What are you really getting at? Why did you really do all this?"

"I'm sorry," Jezebel told Luke again.

"I don't care," Luke said before storming out of the room.

Jezebel groaned and started to get up and leave.

"Not so fast," Jesse told her as her hand reached the doorknob. She dropped her hand and Jesse said, "Let me have a look at that arm."

She sighed and sat back down as Jesse pulled up a chair. She extended her right hand and Jesse pushed her hand away saying, "Not that one, the one that's bleeding."

Jezebel showed him her left arm. He untied the bandana and asked, "Now where did you get that?"

"A goat," Jezebel answered breathlessly. She was getting tried and the throbbing pain in her arm wasn't decreasing at all.

"I'm going to need to clean this," Jesse told her.

She shook her head and said, "No, it's fine. I'll have it looked at once I reach Chickasaw."

"No, it needs to be clean now," Jesse told her. He got up and pulled out a small container of his old shine that was hidden in the cabinets. He brought it up to her lips and said, "Take a sip."

Jezebel shook her head and said, "I don't drink moonshine."

"I guess that's one of the traits you inherited from your mother."

"How did you know who I was, did Daisy tell you?"

Jesse shook his head and showed her the picture. "I found that picture and I recognized you. Now this might burn."

Jesse poured a little bit of the moonshine on her wound. She gasped and whimpered, "Ouch," right before she passed out.

Jezebel woke up on the Duke's couch with a sudden jolt. She let out sigh when she realized that she wasn't in jail. Yet something tugged at the back of conscious when she remembered all she put the Dukes through.

Jesse walked into his polar and saw that Jezebel was up. "How you feeling?"

She shrugged and looked at her left arm. It stopped bleeding and there was a clean bandage wrapped around her arm. She looked at her right wrist, and saw it was also bandaged. "Thank you for bandaging my arms up. You really didn't have to do it."

"You were hurt, it wouldn't be neighborly of us not to help," Jesse told her.

"How did you recognize me from my picture?" Jezebel asked remembering what Jesse had told her before she passed out.

"Oh, I knew you when you were little," he answered. Then he added casually, "So did Luke."

Jezebel sat up straight and Luke, who was leaning against the doorway, stood up straight.

"How did Luke know me?" Jezebel asked. She never recalled meeting Luke before she came to Hazzard only a day ago.

Jesse smiled, pleased to see she was reacting the way he expected and said, "I took him on a run with me, and we meet up with your daddy and you."

"I don't remember that."

"I'd be more surprised if you did," Jesse told her. "You were only five and Luke was only six. Off course Luke doesn't remember it either. He thinks it was dream and I never told him other wise."

There was a long pause, where Jezebel looked at the ground shamefully, and right before Luke was about to turn and leave, Jesse said, "I'll never forget what Luke said to me about you. He said you were the prettiest girl he ever saw."

Luke felt his stomach turn in disgust. He couldn't believe that he had ever thought that two-face double-dealing backstabber was ever pretty. He knew he was only six, but still the thought still made his stomach turn. He turned on his heel and went outside to get far away.

Jezebel stared at the ground, feeling tears form at the brims of her eyes. Jesse stroked his chin and said, "I remember what you told your father about Luke. You're exact words were Luke Duke is the most handsomest boy in the world and you want to marry him some day."

Jezebel squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to prevent from any tears slipping out. Unfortunately for her, two hot tears had escaped and they were rolling down her cheeks.

Jesse nodded solemnly and got up to leave. Before he walked out he said gravely, "Now that you remember where you came from, I want you to think about what you did and who you done it to."

"Yes sir," Jezebel mumbled.

It was all she could think of. She was not used to Jesse's way of dealing with people. She was used to the city's way of dealing with someone who hurt you. Get that person back at all cost. There was no trying to hear the other side of the story. In the city it was either take revenge or you've become a doormat and people would never stop hurting you. And, most importantly of all, feel no loyalty to anyone. Well, in truth, Jezebel learned that last part in Chickasaw.

She learned from an early age that when you got hurt, especially if it was Sheriff Little's doing, you got hurt trying to help someone. And Jezebel was determined not to end up like her mother, so petrified of Sheriff Little to the state where she barely left her house, along with growing icy and cold with the sudden loneliness of widowhood. Jezebel was determined to live life and not get killed, even if it meant smooching with someone one minute and then leaving him or her in a jail cell to rot the next minute.

Before she met Luke or any of the Dukes, she had only felt loyalty to four people. Two of them consisted of childhood friends, Enos and Ted. And the other two were newer, city friends, Alice and Chris. Of course Jezebel could feel no loyalty to her mother, not after how she shut herself away from the world and her daughter at a time when her daughter needed her the most. Jezebel did feel a twinge of loyalty to her father's memory, even if she did think him a fool getting himself killed while trying to save fellow shine runners. She had never understood what possessed her father to risk his life to help some people he didn't even know the last names of, until she meet the Dukes.

The Dukes were unlike anyone else she met. You only had to talk to them for five minutes and you would have won their loyalty. They showed strangers courtesy and respect. They weren't the type of people who would sell each out another person, even if the despised them. It just wouldn't be southern or polite. They helped out others who were down on their luck because they knew if people don't help each other out then nothing else would either. She wasn't quite sure what motivate them to feel this way. Maybe they tried to see the good in people and not let their past influence the way they felt about a person today or just too naive to realize all the evils in this modern world and were stuck in the days of old.

Jezebel truly believed it was the first one. And she finally understood why her father had been so headstrong on teaching her the importance of family and friends. But Jezebel feared that all the damage from the years of being bitter, resentful and cold could not be undone. She felt a sudden surge of longing for the city. There she could be bitter and resentful, and no one gave a damn about each other.

Jezebel stood up quickly, ignoring the sudden rush of blood, grabbed her plaid shirt and quickly headed out the front door.

Luke was working on the General in the front yard. Even though the General didn't need the work, Luke worked on it anyway. It helped calm his nerves. Cars he understood perfectly fine and he usually could understand most girls, except Jezebel. She was in a league all her own. No one could understand her, were Luke's feelings. She was not quite right in the mind, and he didn't want a thing to do with her.

When Luke heard the front door creak open, he turned his head a looked over. He exhaled in anger and went back to the General.

Jezebel hesitated at the door, put her plaid shirt on as a jacket and slowly walked around the General. Luke shot her a glare and said, "I see you're feeling better."

"Yeah," Jezebel said softly.

"And now you're going to sneak away with out a thank you for all Jesse did for you."

"I thanked Mr. Duke," Jezebel defended halfheartedly.

"By putting his nephew in jail," Luke muttered.

Jezebel hung her head and murmured, "I'm sorry Luke. Really, I never meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry."

"Why'd you do it then? It had to be more then revenge."

Jezebel said nothing for a while and finally she explained, "I need a story. A good one. One that would get me in the Times. I knew Boss was always scheming, so I came back to report on his latest scheme."

"Is that all you care about? You?" Luke retorted.

"I've been told that," Jezebel told him again guiltily. "I've also been called, Green-eyed-monster and Scarlett O'Hara. That's how my car got its name."

"Scarlett fits," Luke said. "Vain, greedy, self-centered. It fits perfectly."

Jezebel looked at the ground with watering eyes. His words hurt more then anyone else. It was probably because they were true. Jezebel had never set much by anyone else's opinion, so it was strange that Luke's opinion would cut so deep. But then he said those words.

"You don't even act like a southerner anymore."

Jezebel stared at him with dry eyes. "I'm not a southerner. I've never really been one. Somehow my southern parents gave birth to a Yankee. And you deserve better."

She walked up to Luke and softly kissed him on his lips. She lingered for a moment and then said, "I'm really sorry Luke."

Before Luke could get over the shock of being kissed, Jezebel ran over to her car and drove off.

Now as hard as it is to believe, even with all the trouble Jezebel caused Hazzard she isn't through yet.