“You got guts, Kid. But the necromancer sent me to kill that schoolmarm.”
The bald boy in Shaolin robes stood resolute in the night.
“Y’all can’t hurt a ghost.”
A fist wrapped in prayer beads broke the phantom cowboy’s nose with a kung-fu strike. “Watch me!”
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