Zagor

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CHIEF WITHOUT TRIBE

Chief Black Deer!

I can see that something has disturbed

tranquility of Seneca Tribe!

Zagor Te Nej, my heart cannot be full of joy

because I see you anymore.

Thousand of my drums, I heard some shots

just before the dawn

and if you could tell me what happened,

I would understand you better.

Woah! I don't feel like having

a conversation Ghost with the Axe.

I came to this holy place

of my ancestors,

so that I could in peace,

without having food

and water, and with ghosts' blessing,

move into eternal hunting grounds.

Why? Are you going to tell me

what happened?

I have no reason to live anymore...

My brother, those are not words of

a brave warrior that I knew some time ago.

Come on, f*** yourself

and speak what is going on!

My tribe does not exist anymore...

What? I would rather not to be called

the Master of Darkwood

if Seneca Tribe was not one of the most

powerful tribes ever!

And that means...

that I no more belong to this world.

If not in numbers, than definitely with

the greatness of your brave heart!

The gold, Zagor!

Yellow stones are guilty...

It all began a few months ago, when my

daughter Chubby Sparrow was kidnapped...

She was taken away by white-faced guys,

while she was gathering hazelnuts,

stealing it from squirrels' nests,

in the woods.

Later on they came in

the village, damn white-faced!

They were looking for the yellow stones

in exchange for her life.

CHUBBY SPARROW:

F***ing pussies!

I was prepared to give it to them,

who f*** the gold,

I love my daughter more,

but the rest of the Tribe didn't agree.

Since white-faced have shown in the

Darkwood woods, our tribe is reduced a lot.

They were saving the gold

for buying the guns,

in order to make

a chance for surviving.

The only one who was ready for such exchange

was Crazy Jackal, a brave warrior,

CRAZY JACKAL:

he loved my daughter and

he wanted her to be his squaw.

All right, give up from that,

and cut the long story short!

Voah! The white-faced and

some kind of a beast during the night,

just before the dawn,

invaded into the village.

The white-faced and the beast?

I doubt in such cooperation.

It is true, Zagor, I felt it myself.

The beast hit me with its paw,

I fell down and blacked out and

that is how I was

the only one who survived.

That night the Crazy Jackal

was standing guard,

and I didn't found

his death body this morning

while I was burning other bodies,

and I wished to meet him in the eternal

hunting grounds as soon as possible.

Maybe he was in collusion with scoundrels.

Wait, has he flipped out because of her

that much that he would be capable

for betraying his own tribe?

I hope you do understand my pain now as well

as my wish to leave this world immediately.

You have always been a good Chief!

I promise I'll find your daughter

and the Crazy Jackal if he is alive.

I hope that Seneca origins

haven't disappeared yet.

I swear in Manitu, the Ghost

with the Ax, I cannot believe

in anything anymore, before I see

things with my own eyes.

Then try to see and feel that!

Start with nutrition as much as you can,

and I promise you

I will revenge your people.

That damned freaks will

feel Zagor Te Nej's anger!

Meanwhile, on the other side

of the Darkwood forest...

Caramba and Carambita,

that Zagor did a bunk in early dawn again.

I dislike his leaves, without

agreement on what are we going

to have for breakfast,

lunch or to eat something.

I am ultra hungry,

I could eat two pheasants for breakfast,

a partridge for snack, and then to start

roasting a half of an ox for lunch!

Okay, okay, I'll make myself

a full-power breakfast,

otherwise my name wouldn't be Don Chiko

Felipe Kaetano Lopez Martinez and Gonzales.

Yeah! Yes, and I'll leave

him to suck my bones!

Ohoho! Ohoho!

I said that there is

going to be a delicious feast.

O rabbit, o rabbit

sweet distill over-roasted,

you are going to be sweetness

in my stomach...

As soon as I take this rabbit,

I'll throw him to the barbecue

and in less than half an hour

my stomach will be full as a barrel.

And since I am starving I won't take a risk.

A hundred of troubles,

what kind of f*** is this?

Where does this ass-headed come from?

O, no, no...

To eat frogs again - no way!

I swear in my family's moustaches,

I have to thing of something.

Ouch, what to do? I could ask

as a true diplomat to share that rabbit,

that rabbit is mine anyway, I saw it first!

Or to use some of my tricks

and lift the whole rabbit from him.

Let him first to roast it.

O, where have you been Jackal the legend?

What's up redskin? What do you do?

I see there is going to be a good meal here,

what do you say brother?

Ha, ha, it seems that we knew

when to come for a feast! Ha, ha...

Bloody white-faced, why did you pop the whole

tribe up? It was agreed that you should

crash into the village and take the yellow stones,

but without victims. I told you where it

was hidden. You promised that you would

let my future squaw...

Where is she now?

F***ing hell, whom is your

cleverness similar to, when you

ask such a stupid questions?

Brr, you son of a b*tch!

Where is she, ha? Well, she stayed

to play with us. We change our plans.

Someone gave the game away,

escaped into the village and aroused people!

Damn white-faced!

Be nice, ha! And don't piss me on!

Roast that rabbit, I am hungry!

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.

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