The poor squaw lying in the river, racked and lacerated by crabs, guides Magico Vento along her murderer’s trail, and the track leads to Hell’s Gate, the city of vice! It’s a place where rivers of whisky never run dry and the brothels are full of Indian slave-women and poor girls to be bought for a few wretched cents. Magico Vento wants to set them free, but meanwhile the fanatical Reverend Hunger has also arrived in Hell’s Gate with his pack of followers; he doesn’t make any distinction between innocent victims and guilty perpetrators - as far as he’s concerned, they’re all sons of Satan… and to root out the seed of sin there’s nothing better than a purifying fire!
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