It's like a 19th century version of Deliverance.
There was a brief time when I thought I might try to track down all of Don McGregor's stuff, around the same time I was really discovering Steve Gerber's work. I did do some work in finding his works, but they didn't speak to me the same way Mr. Gerber's did. In some cases it was genre, in others simply that I'm not a huge fan of his chosen way of telling comics stories. The predominance of caption boxes is just not my thing. I'm more interested in elucidation through context, rather than exposition. Mr. McGregor sees comics a bit differently.
This is a very bloody comic. There's a poor beaver that spends its entire existence in the story gnawing its leg off to escape a trap. And Zorro has to take out a giant, crazed mountain man.
Now that I've written it, perhaps Zorro wandered into Alberta.
More to come...
