Tex Willer - Albo — Speciale 01 - Tex Il Grande- -pdf - Ita- -tnt Village-.zip

Back in town, the sheriff asked, “What’ll you do now, Tex?”

“Willer,” a voice rasped. “You should’ve stayed in Carson City.” Back in town, the sheriff asked, “What’ll you

Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt. “You forget my Navajo blood, Cuervo. I’ve tracked rattlers meaner than you.” Back in town

At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo. And waiting for him there, silhouetted against the firelight, were five riders. the sheriff asked

He was tracking a ghost: El Cuervo, a renegade who had burned three homesteads and left a trail of crosses instead of graves.

The leader laughed — a dry, ugly sound. “Five against one.”

Tex followed. Not with hate — with patience. At the summit, under a bone-white moon, he found the outlaw trembling beside a crevice.