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Way to go, little man...

Our gustos are same.

- I'll take you to dinner.

- Good...

What's your name?

I am Jose Maria Heredia Martinez

Caytanoz Fernando Gonzales Lopez di Cico.

I salute you crowd.

- Old man?

- Got it, got it, let's it!

God, mess, mess it smells!

The spoon, give me the spoon...

Let's start! Oh, delicious!

- Nicely cooked...

- Wait...

Hold on, dear, by turns...

Gosh, I'm gonna puff out,

cut that!

- It must be who eats it...

- You're Mexican I guess?

- True, how did you recognise?

- From your food.

Oh, Mexico! I'm yearning for it.

How delicious food they cook there...

And their desserts above all...

Tekila and their red wines...

And what about their beautiful women...

Ah, Meksika!

- Tell, tell it!

- How exguisit women they are!

They look down from their balconies,

with fans in their hands.

Guitar sounds, laughs...

...and castanet sounds...

- Tell, tell more...

...jumble.

Ah, Mexico, Mexico!

Those were the days!

And most particularly I had a

beloved, blind...

...dark haired, fleshy...

- Tell a tale.

You ate all! I'm gonna

strangulate you, damn lardy...

- Please do so, come here!

- No, don't, you're gonna melt down!

...you're gonna thin down. You'll catch

the thin sickness. - Come here!

- I said don't, it's not me who ate it all, don't!

- Come here!

Zagor, why don't you stop that bear.

Look how he's charging, look...

- He won't do a thing, look, come here...

- Hold it, don't, I got it...

Where did he vanished?

You... Your... You...

Oh my! I feel fainting!

We did some running there!

Running with an empty stomach does

no good to me, but the cow...

Me neither, with empty stomach...

We're tired, we wnt to rest.

Alrighty, all the rooms of our

Stars Palace Hotel are vacant.

Have a good rest, signors.

- Herer we go, you too.

- Don't get too familiar...

Look at me Blackfoot, go to the coach...

...and dress everybody with indian clothes.

I'm gonna join those at the camp.

Alright.

Hello, you lazy bums.

It's been a while we don't

get to see you...

...we thought you chose the honest living.

- Ruddy ghost.

- Shut up, you dumb fat barrel!

Is there a new job?

I didn't come here to watch your beauty.

We're gonna rob Maligan's gold coach

when getting through the Red Canyon.

And in return, 10 thousand

dollars await each of you.

- Good money, good money...

- You're gonna be dressed like indians.

If we kill all in the coach...

...they'll think it's Satco and

his men did it.

Then there'll be nothing

left for you to fear of.

Are you in?

- I'm in.

- Me too...

- Me too...

- We all are.

Hold there, dumb asses!

It's not that simple this time.

You're gonna be all murderers.

- One more word and I'll shot you down.

- But! - Get lost...

- No, no way...

- Don't let me see you again...

there are two strangers, we can

take them with us, if you want.

Let's have look at them.

They're too numerous. Come on, Cico,

let's get away from here fast!

Yes, they're coming for a seeing.

- Catch those two!

- Don't let them!

- Don't let go! Don't let them!

- Round them up, run, run!

Come my lad! Are you the marathon

runner Tergat or what, you sacred man!

Stay still, or I'll blow fatso's brain out.

By jove! I ended up in the hell.

Demons!

Those are Stco's friends.

None of us is softheated but we

are not reduced...

...to killing men with no arms.

I don't enjoy killing people

needlessly either.

Tie them up and take them

to the camp.

And post a guard for

each of them, quick!

Here we go, come on!

Just ahead, there are some

indian clothes in the coach...

...get dressed fast.

As you requested, I bring you

the gold coaches, my Captain.

There's an important

amount of gold in the chest.

Now, it's under your responsability. If that

gold too can't reach up to destination...

...then me and my associates are

going to go bankrupted.

With rou protection, the coaches

will reach up the destination, Mr. Maligan.

- Lieutenant, get the soldiers posted in the coaches.

- Aye aye, my Captain...

...come on, sergeant.

- Is your daughter too going with you?

- Yes...

She wants to have a closer look

at the wilderness' beauty of the region.

But bandits, indians...

- Do not worry, Mr. Maligan. Goodbye.

- Goodbye and good luck.

Attention! March on...

- My head's aching.

- It wouldn't be like that...

...if you ran faster, you dumb head.

Don't talk so sure if you don't

want to be slugged again.

Well bust my buttons!

His highness the governor?

You know what Bootmaker,

we are all rascals...

...and outlaws but...

...we've never been murderers.

In conclusion, I invite you to be wise...

...by letting go these men and stop...

...the massacre at the Red Canyon.

Good speech but there's

- My answer's no.

- Untie that man...

You can't use a gun... You don't

know how to use a gun anyway.

Quick! Sidle up to me!

Come, let me cut your ropes...

Yes, yes! Run to the canyon!

Stop the massacre.

I'm swiftly going to the Red Canyon.

You catch me up, Cico...

Don't leave me here, Zagor...

- How long are we gonna wait more?

- The coach iisn't at sight yet...

...No sign of the Bloody Ghost.

- Would we find him here?

Stop! Hold on!

Stop! You're running into a trap.

Indians's buddy, let's see what he wants?

Keep your eyes open.

- Alright, so what is it you want?

- Bloody Ghost's men, dressed like indians...

...layed an ambush on the other

side of the canyon.

- They'll kill you all.

- Bloody Ghost...

...men dressed like indians, nice story.

I guess you'll want us to abandon this passage

and take the southern road.

Yes, my Captain.

And on the southern road,

your indian friend Satco...

...awaits with his men to ambush you.

- You can't fool me.

- I came to save you but...

...it's useless.

Do what the hell ever you want.

- Are we gonna let him go?

- No.

Zagor, be careful!

Tie him tightly and place him into the coach.

And you, to the coaches.

Quick...

March on...

- Now, I am convinced you're the ghost, boss.

- Shut up, you stupid!

The coach's approaching the passage,

deploy.

Make a move and you'll be riddled,

Captain.

What we want from you is

nothing but the gold chests.

Deliver them to me at once.

Speed up, sergeant.

My Captain, set me free.

Don't stare, run!

We're trapped!

- Are you seriously wounded, my Captain?

- No, it's nothing...

Just a scrape.

I apologize for suspecting you.

- How did you notice it was a trap?

- My hunters know everything...

...in this region. I'm tracing

the Dark Ghost.

He's hiding behind

that rock over there.

He can escape us no further.

We'll catch him. Zagor...

...you and me...

I'm coming with you.

We caught this fat pale face,

hiding on the hill.

Listen feathered head,

cut the crap, my nose's itching...

...scratch it.

I'm tingling all over.

Oh my! Are you gonna bastinado me,

are you gonna cut me?

Set him free, quick!

They tied me up like calves!

My hands, my feet...

Help! Are you gonna eat me?

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