Boss had his poker face on. The entire time Aussler was talked he sat expressionless and taking occasional puffs on his cigar. Smoke was starting to settle near the ceiling and slowly work its way out the top of the screen door. He spoke with confidence and authority. "Now see here Mr. Aussler, I don't give a pitooootuutee about these here silly pictures. I've already explained to the attempted murder suspect....and now suspect on about a dozen other charges after today....that the law works different in Hazzard County. You see court trials have juries. Juries are made up of people. Those people, by law have to be from around these here parts. We don't import them from the big city. People around these here parts live in houses with mortgages....mortgages gotten at the only bank around...and that bank's president, vice-president, CEO and supreme financial executive officer is ME...JD Hogg. You can't possibly think they're going to give up their house because they want to see your client run around in circles with a bunch of other cars trying to catch him, now do ya? But on the other hand, I'm a reasonable man." Boss paused to look over the paperwork a second time. Rosco tried to look over his shoulder but Boss backed him away by pushing his forehead. Minutes passed that seemed much longer. Boss continued, "I gotta tell you Mr Aussler, eveything seems to be in order. I'm hungry and not in the mood for negotiating. I just want this to be over with. But there is one more thing. I want this to be a three car race. No, not me, my sheriff in his patrol car....well, I suppose he's going to have to use his duputy's car since his is temporarily unavailable." Rosco couldn't hold back his excitement "Khee, Khee, my mama's gonna see me race Jeff Gordon. I love it. I love it!" Boss growled at Rosco "Hush!"