Why Ain’t You a Doc?

Booking sheet for John Herbert Dillinger, circa 1934
Courtesy Minnesota Historical Society/mnhs.org

Doc Bozeman tried to concentrate on that bullet—black and glistening with blood—and not on the fact that it was lodged in John Dillinger’s shoulder. Muscle and tissue gripped it like the gangster didn’t want to give it up, and Bozeman maneuvered to get a grip with his forceps.