For several years I abandoned Lucky Luke despite my affection for this comic. The good reviews I had read on Amazon.com and the pedigree of the scriptwriters (Pennac and Benaquista) had finally convinced me. Wrongly, because this album is really bad. The drawing is bacle and only Lucky Luke traits resemble a little bit at the Morris pencil stroke. Everything else is approximate and downright ugly (especially the "caricature" of Lincoln). But the real weak point of this comic is this scenario of extraordinary poverty and that appeals to all the most vulgar tricks to hide the lack of imagination: a wink wave the actuality of the moment (security policy, 'zero tolerance' supposed to be a subtle anti-Sarkozy pamphlet), nicknames references to the real history of the Wild West (Pinkerton, assassination of Lincoln), reminders of former characters preceding album and especially a quantity improbabilities that fail to make up for the lack of history. In short, mayonnaise does not take and I rarely had such a feeling of being fooled me after reading an album (with the latest Asterix, of course).
