Willow screeched around the corner of Main Street with Snyder hot on her tail. She gunned the engine as they approached the intersection of Main and Triangle Drive. The light was yellow, and she zoomed through it just as it turned red.

"He's still behind us, Will!" Tara said, turning around to see Snyder run the light and narrowly avoid getting hit by a pickup truck.

"Got it," Willow said, giving the Miss Kitty a little more gas. As annoying as Faith could be, she was a crack mechanic - all of the hitching and shuddering the car had been doing before was gone, and Miss Kitty leapt forward almost joyously, eating up the pavement.

Snyder, however, wasn't giving up so easily and had his siren wailing. Cars were pulling over to let him go by, and he was managing to keep even with the Dukes.

"Hang on, Tare," Willow said. "I'm going to head out on Stevenson and try to lose him on those dirt roads." She made a hard left onto Stevenson and the asphalt gradually gave way to a dirt track as they left the city limits, Snyder dogging their every twist and turn.

Miss Kitty was made for this sort of driving. She was perfectly weighted and balanced for maximum traction on the dirt roads of Hazzard County - neither gravel nor mud nor potholes could slow her down. Willow had spent many a Saturday afternoon customizing her shocks and brakes so that the Miss Kitty was capable of jumps, turns, and 180s that wouldn't be possible in any other car.

They sped around the winding curve of Stevenson Road and took a right on Glory Hole Lane, hoping to shake Snyder. He had chased the Dukes one too many times to not be anticipating their sudden move onto Glory Hole, though. Willow took the right fork in the road, accelerated up Razorback Way, and kicked up a plume of gravel and dirt as she quickly turned onto Bronze Road, a sharp turn that she normally wouldn't have tried at these speeds.

She risked a quick glance in the rearview mirror, dismayed to see Snyder's flashing blue and red lights still there. "Darn it! I can't seem to shake him."

"Why don't you take Potential Way?" Tara suggested.

Willow shot her a look. "Honey, it's called Potential Way because it hasn't been built yet. There's no bridge across that creek."

"I know," said Tara. "But Miss Kitty can take that jump."

Willow gave her a sidelong glance. Usually Tara was the more cautionary voice of the two, wincing when Willow would push Miss Kitty to the limits or take dangerous curves. Her suggestion spoke volumes to Willow, not only about the level of trust Tara put in her driving skills, but in her as a person. Willow felt her heart swell with love for this wonderful woman beside her, and a little self-dismay at how secretive she insisted they be about their relationship. She made a mental note to return to that thought after they had shaken Snyder.

She gave Tara a smile, and reached over to grasp her hand. "Hang on."

She floored the accelerator, and Miss Kitty roared ahead. There was a pile of dirt on the edge of the bank of the creek and Willow aimed for it to give Miss Kitty some added lift. They hit the pile at top speed and were launched into the air, soaring above the creek. It seemed like time slowed down, and that they made the jump in slow-motion. Willow felt a scream of joy tear its way from her throat.

"Yeeeeee-haaaaaaaaaaaaaw!"

Snyder followed, aiming for the same pile of dirt, but didn't hit it squarely. His cruiser also was launched over the creek bed, but it landed on the left tires with a sharp BANG.

Tara looked back in triumph. "Looks like Snyder blew a tire."

"Naughty naughty," Willow said. "Talking about the Sheriff's personal life."

Tara laughed. "He'll be at least ten minutes changing that tire."

Willow drove the Miss Kitty at a more sedate pace along the roads that eventually connected to Revello Drive, the road on which the Duke farm was located.

She pulled into the driveway up next to Giles' truck, noting Xander's police cruiser on the other side. They jumped out of the car and sprinted up to the porch, where Giles, Xander, and Anya were seated on rocking chairs sipping lemonade.

"Did you make the calls?" Willow asked Anya, breathless.

"Yep," said Anya. "It should all be settled soon."

As she spoke, Boss Wilkins-Hogg pulled up in his white Cadillac and stepped out, chomping on his cigar. "Deputy Strate, will the State Police be here soon?"

"Yes sir, Boss," Xander replied.

"Then Xander?"

"Yes?"

"Get your butt off that porch and quit consorting with the enemy."

"Yessir, Boss," Xander replied, scrambling out of his chair. "Thank you kindly for the lemonade," he said to Giles as he climbed down the porch steps to join Boss.

"Yes, you're quite welcome," replied Giles.

Snyder's police cruiser pulled up then, looking worse for the wear. The spare tire seemed hastily put on and the front fender had sustained a nasty dent. Snyder clambered out of his car, glaring at Willow and Tara, who stood on the porch defiantly.

"Your car looks a little rough, Snyder," said Willow.

Snyder was about to retort, but a wailing police cruiser cut him off. The car said 'Georgia State Police' on its side, and out of it emerged a state trooper in uniform accompanied by a burly man with clean-cut hair in a dark suit and sunglasses.

"Never mind, Snyder," Boss said. "Here are the state police, come to take the Dukes away for tax evasion."

"Officer Bob Flutie, State Police" said the uniformed officer. "I hear there's a crime been committed here. Tax fraud?"

"That's right, officer!" replied Snyder. "Sheriff Snyder P. Coltrane, Hazzard County." He extended a hand, which the officer shook.

"Officer Flutie," Boss said, "These people, the Dukes, have evaded payment of county and state taxes on their property for the last several years. Our auditor has conducted a thorough review, and these are her findings. He looked up at Anya, who was still seated on the porch.

"I have all the evidence here," she said, brandishing her envelope. She stood up and primly made her way down the porch steps.

"Just give it to Agent Finn," Officer Flutie said.

"Agent Finn?" Boss said, confused.

"Riley Finn, FBI," said the man in the suit. He extended his hand and accepted the proffered envelope from Anya, flipping through the papers inside and nodding.

"Tax fraud is a federal crime," said Finn.

"Oh, of course," Boss said. "Indeed it is."

"That's why, Richard Wilkins-Hogg, and Snyder P. Coltrane, you both have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read you?"

"But this is all wrong!" protested Boss, as Agent Finn moved forward to cuff him and Snyder. "It's these Dukes who committed tax evasion, not me!"

"Not according to these documents that Miss Jenkins gave us."

"But, but..." sputtered Boss as Finn led him and the sheriff to the state policeman's car.

"Drugs!" he finally said. "The Dukes grow marijuana on their farm, and THOSE two drive it to Atlanta in their car. My sheriff, Snyder, has nearly nabbed them numerous times."

"Drugs? Is this true?" Finn said.

"No, it's not," Tara said.

"Check their car!" Snyder piped up. "I'll bet they have drugs in the trunk right now."

"I'm going to have to ask you to open your trunk, ladies," Finn said.

"It's been a long time since a man has asked me that," Willow muttered. She walked over to Miss Kitty's trunk and unlocked it. The plastic bag Giles had loaded in was still there.

Finn picked up the bag and looked inside. "Some kind of plant matter."

"The wacky weed!" shouted Boss triumphantly.

"Hardly," said Uncle Giles. "It's sage, yarrow, mugwort, and pennyroyal."

"Witchy herbs," Tara clarified. "We run them to Atlanta, where a friend of Giles', Jenny Calendar, sells them in her new age shop."

"Witchy herbs?" Boss echoed in disbelief. "My two mothers used to buy smudge sticks from a new age shop in Atlanta."

"Probably the same one," Tara said. "Miss Calendar has cornered the market."

"All right, all right," said Finn. "We have some tax fraud perpetrators to book. Good day to you all," he said, and the two law enforcement officers drove away.

As their car pulled away, Buffy's Jeep passed it in the driveway and came to a halt. Faith was beside her in the front seat.

"Looks like Operation Infiltrate Rhue's Bottom really paid off!" Buffy said brightly as she shut off the car and climbed out, Faith following. "We saw Boss and Snyder in cuffs in the backseat of that car."

Uncle Giles rolled his eyes. "You girls think of the most unearthly names for your escapades."

Willow grinned at him. "Well, at least the farm is saved. Is Boss going away for good?"

"I doubt it," Giles replied. "He always manages to squeak out of these sticky situations. But hopefully he'll stay out of our hair for a while." He scratched his white beard as he said this.

"Here's what I'm wondering," said Xander. "Why all the secrecy around the witchy herbs? Half of Hazzard thinks you're running drugs, you know."

Giles looked askance. "Oh, reputation, I suppose," he replied. "Our family have always been moonshiners, and I'm not sure what the good citizens of Hazzard County would think if they knew we had given that up in favor of more legitimate enterprises."

"Well, I think we've all learned a valuable lesson about honesty and being yourself," said Willow. "Which is why I want to tell you all something. It may shock you, but I hope that you can understand. Tara and I...we're more than good friends and cousins. We're girlfriends, actually. Lovers. Lesbian gay-type lovers." She put her arm around Tara's waist.

"Oh, that was a secret?" Xander said. "Everyone I know just assumed."

Willow looked slightly chagrined, but snuggled closer to Tara, who planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm proud of you," she whispered.

"Well, I have something to say, too," Buffy announced. "Cooter and I are girlfriends, too."

"Didn't see that one coming," Xander said.

"I have something to say also," announced Anya. "Xander is no longer the biggest virgin in Hazzard County. We had sex during lunch today."

"Thanks for that, Anya," Xander said, blushing.

"What? We've seen where secrets can get us," she replied flippantly.

Tara looked at Giles. "And what about you, Uncle Giles?"

"What about me?" he said.

"Don't you have someone to tell us about?"

Giles harrumphed and removed his glasses.

"Well, yes," he said.

"It's Miss Calendar, isn't it?" Willow said. "She always asks how you're doing."

Giles cleaned the lenses of his glasses with his bandana. "If you must know, I am not seeing Miss Calendar."

"Then who is it?" Buffy asked. "Lou Lou Hogg? Mrs. Rhuebottom? Snyder?"

Giles rolled his eyes. "None of the above."

"Then who?"

"It's Aunt Bea."

"Aunt Bea?"

"Yes, Aunt Bea. From Mayberry County."

"Huh," said the entire group, nonplussed.

"Oh, for goodness' sake," Giles said, and walked inside.

Buffy giggled as he left.

"Well," Willow said, "we still have to get these herbs to the Magic Box."

"Now that we're all out of the closet," Faith said, "We should all go out together sometime."

"There's a great club in Atlanta," Tara said. "The PussyKat club. Or Meow Mix? We could go dancing."

"Sounds like a plan," Buffy said. "And the Strates are welcome to come too," she said, grinning at Xander and Anya. They groaned at the truly terrible pun.

Tara and Willow climbed into the Miss Kitty and started her engine. They reversed down the drive, turned around, and headed out down the road. A chorus of 'Closer to Fine' bid goodbye to the crowd at the Duke farm, and a lingering "Yeeee-haaaaaaaaaaaw!" floated out of the open window.

Voice of Narrator: Yeeeeee-haaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww!

THE END