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  <title>Comments on 'A Tough Life (Invisible Challenge)'</title>
  <subtitle>And that's when I saw them coming right for me!

BOOM!

The cactus in front of me exploded, and a small black bullet fell into the sand behind me.

&amp;quot;Faster! HYA!&amp;quot;

I focused in front of the stolen horse's head. The stinging wind, peppered with grains of sand, made it difficult to focus.

The horse was living a nightmare. It's eyes were wide, and spittle oozed out of its mouth and fell in big drops behind us.

I could hear the galloping horses' hooves falling further behind over the whipping wind.

BOOM!

I felt the bag in my hand getting lighter.

I looked down to see a hole in the small velvet bag I had stolen from the sheriff's station. Small gold and silver coins were cascading from the ripped bag.

I growled and kicked the poor horse harder into it's sides, trying to grab whatever coins I could with my other hand.

&amp;quot;Come on!&amp;quot; I yelled. I dug my spurs deeper into the horse's heaving flank.

Then I felt the ground heave upward, and I was flying through the air.

NEEEEEIGH!

Right into the sheriff's path.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-09T21:58:33Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on A Tough Life (Invisible Challenge)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;duh duh duh, (doomsday notes, lower and lower) Oops, bad horsey, went straight toward sheriff! Maybe it was the sheriff&amp;#8217;s horse&amp;#8230;.. Nice story, love the interruptions by the gun shots and the horse. It adds a lot in one word.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29721?basename=61238</id>
    <published>2008-05-09T21:58:33Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on A Tough Life (Invisible Challenge)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;uh-oh!  what&amp;#8217;s going to happen now?!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;i love how the bandit feels bad for the horse.  i always do too, whenever i have to kick them in the side to make them speed up. :(&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;great job, thanks for entering!&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-07T23:48:23Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>invisibility_disability</name>
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