Zagor Page #2

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Yes, and prepare it nice,

if you got sick with it,

it doesn't mean that we won't eat good.

Stinkers!

Caramba and Carambita,

those guys are serious,

it seems that I won't be having a lunch.

F***, don't get angry, but we

truly must have yours chips.

If we don't kill you, he will us.

And further more,

we would be served as a diner for his beast.

And why that way, when

the pays very well this way.

Really, and since he is crazy,

he would order his beast to tear apart us,

and it listens to him as he is her papa.

What kind of papa, man? Well,

I don't listen to my own papa that much.

Listen, he almost is a papa, I heard that

he had founded the beast near the river,

when it was still little. In that moment,

Joe was a considerably prospector,

fanatical gold fever seeker.

Over the time, they got along

and became inseparable friends.

He has been called Joe Grizzly since than.

Joe realized very soon that

the gold seeking was a pure illusion.

He moved into the ghost wood and he makes

his living from robbery and grifts up to day,

well as we do, too, and I don't

complain as long as he pays us good.

He says that it will be even better,

now when he enters into a new business.

That's why he needed this gold.

It is about a great amount of money!

Eeee, white swine...

could it be possibly true that papers

and gold are more important

to you than the human life?

If they are not, we'd leave

you alive to tell the tale...

Damn, this is too much for me.

I've heard enough: murders, robberies,

beast, ghost wood...

I am going to tell Zagor about this.

You made this good,

as this is the last one for you.

Take, redskin, have a bite, not to die

because of hungry before it's your time.

Die animals!

I'll kill you redhead!

What an jerk! It was good that I

deafened him on time, so he just grazed me.

It turned out excellent, the idiot

gave me a reason to shot at him.

Ouch, cock sucker!

Good luck!

Just to bandage this wound,

and we'll leave this place.

Ok, I'm going to t ake horses,

and we're running into our Ghost Wood.

Give me a little of that gid.

Make a hole in the bottle old bean!

Not far away, in the depth

of Darkwood forest...

Zagor, Zagor!

Speak, plump boy, what's up?

F***ing hell, do you have to

frighten me each and every time?

I swear in my family's moustaches,

I am still glad to see you!

Hi, plump boy!

Hey mate, we should hurry up,

one of the Seneca warriors is in danger!

Seneca? That must be the only

left warrior Crazy Jackal.

Come, Chico, in which direction?

Come! This way, my friend, I'll explain

you what has happened on our way.

...After a shorter explanation

and a longer rush...

Ouch, wow, I cannot anymore,

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