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Indian summer whips the blood of maples and men in New England, to lan through 1625. The niece of the Reverend Black himself before the disaster forniqueur devil wanders to the edge of the waves but two young Indians decide to go in rut pick the rose of the cute. After the rape, the sea bath could be cleaner but it's not counting on Lewis Abner, who witnessed the scene, irascible, jealous and uncontrollable, hidden in the dunes, which slaughters the pair of two nasty blows descopette. Lirréparable has just been committed. The suite is no longer quune revenge story. The tribe discovered the young bodies scalped and decided to go seek compensation according to the law of blood. The traces left by Abner are explicit for the formidable Indian trackers. Although they are friends with the Lewis family, they besieged the house of the settlers. The intervention of the army will require and night for the fight knows a truce to mourn the dead. Timely leak in the fortified town of New Canaan Indian moves the attack but the killing starts over again. Indian summer is blood red.
Hugo Pratt scripted a story like that he likes, mixing nature fraternity and conflict in the uncertain area of ​​shifting boundaries. Milo Manara sest grabbed his pencils, his mannerisms and his watercolors to shape a relentless vendetta full of sex and dhémoglobine. It appears low in its stereotypical representations of female bodies and extravagant pleasures. He is masterful in directing. The boards without words are particularly eloquent and use of laquarelle is perfectly suited to the story, fluid colors changing to sepia when history turns to dive into the past or future. Reading is no downtime. Undeniably, this is a comic masterpiece. Working in intelligence of the two transalpine authors is nice to see and the years Nont not stood still on this one-shot today reissued by Casterman.