Summer 1919 – The Adventure of the California Golem


The golem lurched into the sunlight and dragged Weinburg along with it. Jack kept his Thompson gun pointed at the statue but he did not fire. Instead he backed away, allowing it to continue forward unmolested. 

“What are your waiting for, you stupid oaf? Shoot the damned thing!” Weinburg screamed. 

Jack frowned. He said, “I shot it with a cannon yesterday. The ball bounced off. I’m fairly certain that bullets would do the same. And you’re in the ricochet area.” 

“I don’t give a damn!” Weinburg howled. “Shoot it anyway!”