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  <title>Comments on 'Greenlee and the Gun'</title>
  <subtitle>His face turned to rage and he slapped her hard. &amp;quot;Don't you ever talk to me like that,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You're all alone up here, bitch! I'm in charge! You understand me?!&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Asshole!&amp;quot; Kate screamed, beginning to cry. &amp;quot;How dare you!&amp;quot;

Jerry Traxler looked back from the cockpit. &amp;quot;Everything alright back there? What's with all the yelling?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Yeah, Trax. We're fine,&amp;quot; Steve said. &amp;quot;I'll be back in a minute.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Land this plane now! I want out of here or I'm pressing assault charges,&amp;quot; Kate said.

Confused and drunk, Susan reached into her purse, pulled out her gun, and pointed it at Steven Herbert Greenlee. &#8220;Get on the ground!&amp;quot; She kicked him hard in the stomach, and said, &#8220;I mean it, you dirty bastard! Get on your knees now or you&#8217;ll die!&#8221;

He dropped to his knees and fumbled with his now cockeyed cowboy hat. &#8220;Who in the name of God do you think you are?&#8221; he asked. &amp;quot;You'll go to jail for this!&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Susan!&amp;quot; Kate yelled. &amp;quot;What the hell are you doing?!&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I might as well kill him if I'm going to jail. It'll be worth it!&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-07-08T16:00:29Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Greenlee and the Gun</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wow, I was expecting the other girl to pull something, not poor, drunken Susan. And he sure turned from smarmy to complete a-hole in a hurry.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-07-08T16:00:29Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Greenlee and the Gun</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;=O oh my! She has some issues.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33420?basename=68760</id>
    <published>2008-06-07T16:45:31Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Greenlee and the Gun</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Looks like someone went on a writing spree last night.  Downright disastrous turn of events here, but a good job giving Greenlee impetus for his turn to the jerk side.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-07T11:28:58Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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