Previously on Remember the Zombamo…
Wright’s shot came nowhere near Bowie.
“Ha,” Bowie said. “You couldn’t hit a tap-dancing elephant if it were right in front of you. Let’s call it a draw and…”
Marvin Blanchard fired. His shot was true. Bowie dropped to his knees and clutched his stomach. Blood oozed out of the wound, staining his white shirt red.
Bowie aimed at Wright, but before he could pull the trigger, the knifeman fell face first into the sand.
“Foul play, sir!” Doctor Maddox shouted.
Wright clocked the old man in the face with the butt of his pistol. Blood smeared teeth popped out of the doctor’s mouth as he fell.
The old man struggled to stand up only to have his throat stomped on by Wright’s boot heel.
“I never did care for you, Maddox,” Wright said as he put his weight down on his heel to crush the old man’s wind pipe…
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