 The reading that we're going to do for this video is going to be a historical piece. We've already did a reading for Lobo, the last Zornian, the DC comic book character, one of my favorite characters. But this Lobo is a different character. This is a Western comic book from Dal Comics. I believe it's from 1965. And this comic is considered to be the first black hero comic book. Which is incredible, really, because that's only a few decades in the past. And this is the first black hero. As far as collectability goes for this comic, this comic in high grade is pretty expensive. It goes anywhere between around 150 plus or minus up to 200 bucks for a very high grade. You know, 9.2, 9.4 is pushing 200 for lower grade. It's in the low hundreds. This comic is not that great of a grade. It doesn't have any chunks missing out of it. But it does have a little bit of water stain here. And I haven't read this yet. Well, I wanted to read it and I figured I'd share it with you guys. Because I am curious about some of the comic books as a collector. It's interesting. There's a lot of history in comic books. There's a lot of propaganda. There's a lot of underground comics that challenge the status quo. Well, this one is the first black hero. And we're going to crack it open and have a read through it. Let's see what the cover says. Reward. Dead or Alive. Logo. $5,000 I guess in the background, right? Branded for life. An honest man. Blame for a crime he did not commit. Read the first dramatic adventures of Logo. A fugitive on the side of the law. And this series, it just ran for two issues from Dell Comics. There's a number one and there's a number two. That's it. I don't have number two, but I do have number one. I'm not curious to see what this is like. As far as grade goes, you could give this one a three, three and a half maybe. Maybe more depending on who's grading it. The water damage, let's see. It goes all the way through. Doesn't look like it goes all the way through. Yeah, maybe three and a half. It's complete. There's water damage here. But there's none on the inside of these. Just a little bit. And nothing else here. For me, it's... I didn't buy this because of the grade. I bought it because it's the first black comic book. And there is... Someone has placed... You can see it on the reflection. I'm not sure if you can see it. What do you call it? Cups on the cover. You can see the outline of the cup. There it is. You can see that reflection, yeah? But when you look at it straight out, it doesn't look bad, right? So let's take a look at this. Let's read the intro. Let's read the fine line here. And Lobo... I think it means Lone Wolf. If you look it up in the dictionary. And let's see. Lobo number one, December 1965. Published quarterly by Dahl Publishing Company. 753rd Avenue, New York. And it gives it a name of Helen Meyer. We've already read some Dahls, so... We already read, you know, heard some of these names before. Directors. And it's Copyright Dahl Publishing Company. When we read National Velvet, it was Copyright Metro Golden Meyer, right? And let's read the little intro here for it, yeah? Lobo... Following the tragic war between the states, thousands of ex-soldiers left the war torn east and headed west. Great American planes were ripe for an explosion. An explosion of the vast wealth and opportunity that lay hidden for centuries on its deserts. In its mountains and in the fertile soil of its peaceful valleys. One of the men who went west. Of the men who went west, many became cowboys. The heroic figures who have emerged from American history as the outstanding man of the late 19th century. Cowboys came in all shapes, sizes and temperaments. And they created all sorts of legends. Some were good, some were bad, and some were indifferent. Whatever they were, Lobo could have been one of them. So they got the date. April 1865, Lobo. This is one story or compilation. That's the origin. Looks like a little snippet short story. So let's read a couple of these. I guess this would be the origin of Lobo. The war is over. Lee has surrendered to Grant. We can go home. Many units are disbanded in the field. The men are free to begin rebuilding lives shattered by the violence of war. Beware of enemy holdouts who may not have heard the war has ended. Good luck and goodbye. After four years of being a soldier, I am a free man again. A free man. Look, what's that moving down there? I'm sure Lobo is right now. Is it this guy? He's wearing a different hat here. Look out. Rebs have taken, haven't heard that we aren't at war. Ow! Bam! The shot has had. Get down and fire. Zing, blam, blam. Or bam. Hold your fire, boys. The war is over. For them now, too. They're trying to stop the firefight. What happened? Rebs sneaked up on us. We were lucky you weren't... You were lucky you weren't killed like them. They killed them all. What's gotten to him? It was us or them. Breaks the gun. Nobody should have died here today. Not now. Not when the wars finished. But they... Don't you see? It doesn't make any difference who started shooting. Nothing was gained. Just five more dead men. Forget it. You're a soldier. We're all soldiers. Come on. Let's have some coffee. These guys are all black as well. I'm not a soldier. None of us are soldiers anymore. We were mustered out. We're free to leave anytime we want. I don't like this place. I'm leaving. Come on at night. Let's ride someplace that doesn't stink of killing. We'll follow the sun for a while. An ex-private riding a ribbed, rebbed General's horse. Bought for a pound of flour. Doesn't make much sense. But nothing much does these days. So he rides off into the sunset. Four bits for you. Four bits for the horse. In advance. Across the river. An ex-private and a rebbed General's horse. Bought for a sack of flour after a bitter struggle of war and turmoil. Thousands of men headed west. There, headed west. There, on the frontier, a man could start fresh. Free from the memories of the past and free to be judged by what he could do and nothing else. This sounds like a serious comic heavy. Another story. The first sign is a trouble. Hey, Smoker. Lucky. Must be one of them soldiers we heard so much about. Reckon they're as tough as they claim? Can't say, Ace. But I figure we can find out quick enough. Know what I mean? One of you gentlemen tell me where I can find the boss. I'd like to hire on. Smoker. This gentleman would like to know where the boss is. Suppose we can help him? Well, now. I reckon we can. It's the horse. Hey. Seems you lost your mount soldier. Ace. Smoker. What the devil is going on here? Who are you, stranger? This year's soldier boy won't seem to be able to stick to his horse. Don't seem to be able to stick to his horse. Shut up, Ace. I'm the boss, stranger. What can I do for you? I was going to ask if you were in need of a cowboy. But it seems I've got to prove myself first. Ride, midnight. Yahoo. So he gets on a horse. Goes for a serious ride. Jumpes over to that light sideways. Impressing them, that's for sure. Perhaps the guy's gun. Zing. You'll do, cowboy. You'll do just fine. We're starting a drive to Abilene. You'll ride with us. Don't you own a gun? Throw it away. I've had my fill of shooting. Nobody makes a fool out of Ace. Oh, he made an enemy. Well, like it or not, the gun comes in handy. Turning a stampede. Shooting. Shooting a rattler. Or just playing to equalize. Equalize. Or just playing to equalize. Got nothing but this double. Take it for your first day. First pay. You're the boss. And the days that followed, the newcomer proves his ability on the range. Never saw anybody catch on so quick. Easy there, fella. We're all branded one way or another. Tomorrow is a big day for you. You eat. Cooking on trail good. But not good like this. Tomorrow's a big day for you. You eat. Cooking on trail good. But not good like this. You call this good? I don't know how to laugh. Sure, it's good. Good and bad. Ha ha ha. Wild midnight. Maybe you and I have found some peace after all. Ace and Smoker aren't so bad. Just playful, I suppose. So this is sort of per chapter, I guess. Slowly builds up the story. The boss gets key frame him. This is where the trouble begins. Lobo the brand sticks to fight his way out. They go after him. Wanted for murder. Lobo saves a guy. Tanki, son. I've been a goner another minute. No need to thank me. A man in trouble doesn't know anybody a thing. We'll be moving on soon. But I want you to take these. I made them myself. This will be a kind of trademark for you, Lobo. They're gold. Solid gold. Remember, Lobo, I'll be here till the day I die. I'll be back old timer. Ride midnight. So this is sort of the adventures of Lobo. Interesting. An old friend that comes across different people. Will read the last story in this comic as well. He comes back to visit that guy. Let's read this one. So Lobo's gone on some adventures. Some trouble. Need some friends. Cleared his name. Looks like these guys got arrested, right? The guy's gone out. No sheriff. Don't nobody move. Now that that's done. Anybody here know of a Wrangler named Johnson? A fellow named Johnson was here. Was here spending money. Like it was gone out of style. He the one you mean? He's the one sheriff. Where can I find him? People around here will like to know the same thing. He busted up a few places before he left. They riled up about something. Looks like we're too late. No. Johnson. Try to drink this water. What happened? Indians. I stole one of their horses. Got caught. Shot the sheriff's son. It was... It was you that the killing I was blamed for, wasn't it? It was me. Money is gone. Lost everything. He's dead. Now there's no way of proving that I'm innocent. I'm branded for life. I guess this is where he gets branded for life. Good person. Blame for something he didn't do. It was supposed to end this way. Midnight. I think I was destined to come out here to take the part of those wrongfully judged and condemned. No sense in going back, Johnson. Johnson is dead. Ace and Smoke will get their trial. Let's ride midnight. Back to the old timers cabin. Ah, okay, so this is where it goes back to the old timers cabin. Logo. A sad ending. Old timer. I knew you'd be back before I cashed in, logo. I just knew it. I'll ride for a doctor. No time. I... I've seen my last days. You're the only friend I've got. You understand what's it like to be a fugitive for life? I ran for 20 years, logo. You won't have to. People will come to you for help. They'll trust you. You're strong and just. A lot of men don't know what that means. They'll be up to you to teach them. Johnson's dead. No matter. Once a man is judged guilty, it takes more than another man's word to prove otherwise. You'll prove it. You'll spend your life showing people just... Justice isn't dead. You start the day you pulled me out of that river. So that was the guy he saved out of the river, yeah. Take me outside, logo. I reckon the sun's going down about now. That's better. A man can't go out with more glory than that. Remember, logo. You got a promise to keep. For... For you and for me, huh? The guy dies. Lobo shits a tear. Thousands of men took part in the opening of the American West. Caboys and ranchers, farmers and tradesmen, uplaws and gunmen. They all carved out a little piece of history and made it their own. Many were legends of their own time. Many weren't remembered at all. But some deserve the recognition they earned. Men like Lobo don't deserve to be forgotten. Forgotten. For they were there. That's cool. Heavy. To be that heavy. That's cool. That's Lobo. Issue number one, 1965 from Dell Publications, right? And this is officially recognized as the first black hero in comic books. I'll see you guys in the next video. Bye for now.