<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21642190</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:56:31.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELAND</title><subtitle type='html'>A Story of Redemption                      by Steve Real</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissingman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21642190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissingman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21642190.post-3820104584737611474</id><published>2007-02-20T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:14:49.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Who you talkin' too captain?"&lt;br /&gt;Strong's spotter thought he was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ghost."&lt;br /&gt;Captain Strong was waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;spotter says what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ghost ...&lt;br /&gt;can't you see him man?"&lt;br /&gt;Strong look like he was meditating&lt;br /&gt;slowly breathing&lt;br /&gt;calming his nerves&lt;br /&gt;breathing in&lt;br /&gt;and breathing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;Spotter says who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ghost and man he's pissed."&lt;br /&gt;Captain Strongs looks ahead&lt;br /&gt;he's thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talkin about?"&lt;br /&gt;spotter is confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget it man&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Story of Redemption&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21642190-3820104584737611474?l=themissingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissingman.blogspot.com/feeds/3820104584737611474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21642190&amp;postID=3820104584737611474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21642190/posts/default/3820104584737611474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21642190/posts/default/3820104584737611474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissingman.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-you-talkin-too-captain-strongs.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21642190.post-587371869170139588</id><published>2007-01-26T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:50:04.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain Strong looked into the scope.&lt;br /&gt;it was dark&lt;br /&gt;and fucking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been in the hills&lt;br /&gt;for months.&lt;br /&gt;Cash and rounds&lt;br /&gt;rice and beans.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;He was a groundhog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look!"&lt;br /&gt;Sgt Grey pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeh man I see him." Strong searched&lt;br /&gt;into the scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over there too.&lt;br /&gt;How far do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;Burrowed into the hills they waited.&lt;br /&gt;They waited for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"800 meters...?&lt;br /&gt;maybe more."&lt;br /&gt;Captain Strong slowed his breathing&lt;br /&gt;and steadied his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rifle had a thick barrel&lt;br /&gt;unusually large.&lt;br /&gt;It was made to reach out.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and touch some one.&lt;br /&gt;The crystal lens was pure&lt;br /&gt;and his heart was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeh there.&lt;br /&gt;And over there."&lt;br /&gt;Grey pointed two more out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance&lt;br /&gt;a fire goes up.&lt;br /&gt;They have come to burn&lt;br /&gt;Burn the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not tonight&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;not tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight...?&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight&lt;br /&gt;they get recycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Strong takes the shot.&lt;br /&gt;"Blamm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You missed Strong&lt;br /&gt;you fuck!&lt;br /&gt;You're 6 meters down!"&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Grey was a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong click his scope&lt;br /&gt;and set the range.&lt;br /&gt;He knew he was on&lt;br /&gt;and they?&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;they were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong built that hillbilly library&lt;br /&gt;up there in the hills&lt;br /&gt;and he wasn't going to let&lt;br /&gt;these bastards burn it to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God damn it Strong!&lt;br /&gt;Make the damn shot!&lt;br /&gt;It took me 2 months&lt;br /&gt;to frame that building.&lt;br /&gt;Make the fucking shot!"&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blamm!!"&lt;br /&gt;the trigger was pulled&lt;br /&gt;the shot rang out&lt;br /&gt;and back into recycling&lt;br /&gt;they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One right after another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Story of Redemption&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21642190-587371869170139588?l=themissingman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissingman.blogspot.com/feeds/587371869170139588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21642190&amp;postID=587371869170139588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21642190/posts/default/587371869170139588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21642190/posts/default/587371869170139588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissingman.blogspot.com/2007/01/captain-strong-look-out-of-scope.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
