Zagor kara bela Page #3

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- Alright.

Here's for you!

White men kicked me out.

I'll never forgive all that you did.

- I'm going to try to find the Bloody Ghost myself.

- I am going to...

...try to help you, Satco.

But, I would like you to do as I say.

Look, look, look...

He's asleep!

You shameless man! You've stole and

ate the whole chicken then?

I'll show you!

- Get up, you robber!

- Holy Mother! Struck by lightning...

- So you eat the chicken then? And the cake then?

- Don't! I couldn't resist!

Don't let me see you again! Or I'll give you

a merry hell if you show up again.

You robber you! It serves you right!

- What were you up to no good again?

- I swear I didn't eat the chicken...

...just tasted the cake.

- What are you rotting!

Walk on, you gut-bucket!

You break my heart calling me

a "gut-bucket".

Get going!

I'm taking this very hard, so hard.

But Mr. Maligan, it's not worthed

to be that sorry for some indians.

You just do your own thing.

Because of that fear of Bloody Ghost...

...I couldn't bring in any indian worker.

You just try to catch that

ghost erewhile, Sergeant.

Just skid a hundred yards Cico,

if Bloody Ghost...

...was to come by there, we couldn't see him.

- You mean, me? - Yes...

...are you scared?

- Scared, me? Fo' shizzle, my nizzle!

...What fear!

A hale and hearty ghost...

...leaves me cold.

- Zagor! - What? What happened?

- I shot the Bloody Ghost...

...there he is!

Your bloody ghost is just a bird

as dumb and fatty as you.

Oh, my! We left Satco alone!

We let Bloody Ghost slip

through our fingers.

Satco, go back to your clan...

...and tell Zagor's hunting down

the Bloody Ghost.

We're gonna start searching

the traces.

He vanished without trace.

Wonder in which direction he went...

There's a small town

a few miles away from here.

We might get some information

at the saloon. Let's go.

It's to be die of boredom here.

I've mistaken this place

for a monastery, you pantaloon.

Can't do a thing for that.

You enjoy yourselves.

Hey, muchacho...

Strum a bit, that thingy of yours!

Music's ready, dance a little

and amuse us...

Come over here!

Get out over here beauty!

So we see your figure, come on...

- Welcome, foreigners...

- Thank you, you useless crowd...

...could you show us the color of the beer?

- Delightedly, sir...

But let's see the color of money first

I wouldn't.

Do you know anything about

the Bloody Ghost who perfidiously kills...

...the poor, helpless indians?

Anybody's seen him around?

Heavens no! Did any

encountered him and survived?

So what if someone's send

a few red face to the other side!

You can't call a murderer the one

who kills these indians...

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