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Created by Micah Wright & Jay Lender

Duster

PRE-RELEASE

Part I

Cover Art by Howard Chaykin

Cover Color by Jesus Arbuto

Written by Micah Wright and Jay Lender

Breakdowns by Jok

Finishes by Cristian Mallea

Letters by Jay Lender

Colors by Jorge Blanco & Jok




The superman of tomorrow lies at the feet of you common men of this afternoon! Seems like free men have done it again!

*from “On a Note of Triumph” by Norman Corwin

May 9, 1945... the war in Europe is over.

Plane’s coming.

Yeah!WHOOOOO!

We’re goin’home!

Is victory a sweet dish or isn’t it? And how do you think those lights look in Europe after five years of blackout going onto six? Brother, pretty good!

...The Children of PolandWill soon Know what anOrange tastes like...

and bread-- *

So they’ve given up! They’re finally done in, and the Rat is dead in an alley back of the Wilhelmstrasse.Take a bow G.I.! Take a bow, little guy!

Knock it off, guys.

Therewasn’t anything

scheduled!

Just get ready.

Come on, Lieutenant.

Maybe you didn’t hear... but the war’s over.




Moments later, a strange, steel behemoth glides down towardthe moonlit runway...

What the hell is that

thing?Above our

Paygrade, Jimmy... just fill her up and forget you

ever saw it...

...Above our paygrade...

...grumble...

The fuel jockey begins his task... his unease heightened by a grim figure in the doorway...

...something here is very wrong.

...hurried away bya waiting M.P...




Holy...

Lieutenant!

It’s fullaNazis!

Hey, asshole!!

I gotfour thousand

gallons of fuel down here, so

cut it the hell out!




uberallKraftstoff...

Come here,you nazison ofa bitch!

Whuh?!

GRAAAH!

Idiot... Jesus!

Nehmen sie de waffen runter!

Though Surprised to find himself on the front lines of a war that is, by all acounts, already over...

...The fuel jockey is ready to end this war again-- Now!

His enemy proves to be equally committed...

...but twiceas strong!

Nein!!




Horen Sie mit diesem Unsinn auf!

Stand down!

That’s

enough!

enoughof this

foolishness.

<General...it is not safe out here. > *

< Ifthat is so,Horst...

grmbl... grmbl...

< Youheard him... >

< return your men to the plane. >

< Comewith me,

Gerhard. >

< Yes, Sir. >

Drekige Amis!

Ichmach euch

alle!Waffen Runter!!

Sterbt!

Lower your weapons!

What the hell is

going on here!

I’ll kill you!

...it isbecauseof youractions. >

* in German

...




I wouldn’t advise it.

What’sthis?

Your... device?

...abyproduct

of the manufacture

of ourdevice.

We’re not going to beat Japan with this riff-raff you keep

giving us.

General Doctor

Engineer Hans Friedrich

Karl Franz Kammler...

The losing side? No, not

really.

But youstill have one more war to win,

yes?

One pointtwo kilograms

of enrichedUranium 235...

Gerhard?

We want Doctor

Wiebaden.

Our deal was one scientist

per stop.

What ifI changethe deal?

I am sureyou can seethings from their side.

As you say.

I apologizefor my men. They are on

edge.




You will get Doctor Wiebadenat our next stop, and the device when we reach

safety--

<Success! Prepare the plane for take-off! >

Youdid well, Gerhard. >

< Thank you, Grandfather. >

< Soon wewill reach safety and this will be

over.

d-Don’t worry, the skies will be empty.

AufWiedersehen.

Good.

--our finalassurance that no “accidents” will befall us

on this daylight leg of our

journey.

If we seeso much as a

single fighter plane...




<We mustnot give themthe crate! >

That crate holds the

foundation of our Fourth

Reich... >

< ...And you will be there with

me, Horst...

< I wish you had traded me here... I grow weary of the

company. >

<Don’tworry, Doctor Wiebaden... >

< Of course

not!

< ...You willbe in the

possessionof your

new American masters soon

enough! >

...as we makeour Fuhrer’s dream come

true! >




Part I

“Out of the Wild Blue Yonder”

Part I

“Out of the Wild Blue Yonder”

i

Breakdowns - JokFinishes - Cristian Mallea

Letters - Jay LenderColor - Jorge Blanco & Jok

Great god in heaven...

...I hopeyou people know what

you’re doing.

Created by Micah Wright & Jay Lender




You got something you

wanna say, Mabel?

THank heaven!the men will be

back soon... ...ThoughI don’t suppose

everyone will be happy about that.

Well it’s about time!

Maybe now things will get back to normal

around here!

Now, we weren’ttalking about you, dear. Though, we

probably could, what with the way you and

the Deputy been carrying on...

It’s thatJoanna Baker... It’s her

job... She’s a cropduster.

I’m just saying... Sets a

bad example, women doin’ men’s work.

Maybe you ain’t noticed, but we’re

all doing men’s work, Mabel... Someone’s

got to.

Joanna Kent... she’s using her maiden name

again.

...her Poor Nategets shot down and

‘stead of mourning him like a proper woman,

she’s off flying aroundin that plane all day.

Eight Hours Earlier...




And how’d you hear that, Mabel?

Listening to other people’s phone calls

again?

It’s true! They do

that!Joanna’s just taking care of

her family!

Well, I know Dwight Goodrich has had his eye on her, and she won’t give him the time of day! How’s that for taking care of

your family?!

Hi, Jo!

Inez.

Why,if I were

thirty years younger...

Dwight Goodrich...

Fiona!

It’s my jobto make sure that a proper connection is made. Don’t blame me if people start

talking before I can disconnect!

It’s easy toact like a man when people

got nothing to compare it to.

But now thatthe war’s over, and they’ve got a choice,

some folks might want their crop dusting done

by the real thing.

Ladies.

The tinkling of the doorbell fades into an embarrassed silenceas a new player arrives.




How’s the gossip?

Seems there’ssome girls in town doing men’s work,and not acting in aproper fashion.

Why, thoseuppity bitches!

I bet they like to curse, too!

and aten pound sack of

flour, too, okay?.

I suppose some people

think the rules don’t apply to

them.

Look,you sour,

old--

Someoneneed a ration

coupon?

I’m sorry, hon, but...your ration coupon’s only good for a five pound sack.

I’d sell it to you, butit’s the law...

Afternoon,Mr. Goodrich...

Afternoon, darlin’...

Come along, Fiona!

Damn right! Here’s your

order.




You know,I got me

some coupons for sugar and fresh eggs,

too...

That’s afine idea,

Dwight. But if I did that...

you draft-dodging piece

of shit!

Then, you’llbe out of a job

and flat broke, and you’ll come begging

me for help...

...Maybe youcould swing by

my place tonight and bake us

a cake.

GAAAWW!!

...On your knees.

...I’d be tempted toshove that cake up your

ass sideways!

Y’know, ifI was your

husband, I’d’a begged them to

send me to Europe!

Gettingshot down by Nazis would be a hell of a lot better than coming home to a

ball-busting bitch like

you!

You canpretend to bea man all you want, Joanna

Baker...

...but any day nowthe war’s going to be

over for good, and all the real men will

come home.

Mmm-MMM, Joanna! Aint’you lookin’

fine!




They wouldn’ttake me, on account

of my bad eyesand flat feet!

I’d lower that hand if I

was you.

No Woman talks like

that to me!

Or what, war hero? You gonna hobble over here

and give me a whuppin’?

...I’m sure they got room foryou in Tokyo.

Oh, them Japanese won’t care about your flat feet, Dwight... They ain’t picky about whose

back they shoot.what are you trying to say,

Gimpy?

See you, Jo...

Mmm-hmm.

You know, Dwight, if it’s a fight you

want...

HeyI tried!

Don’t bringmy bum leg

into this, Jackass!

Dwight!




Well, sorry ifI busted up your

fist fight, but I just got a call from

the Army--

...Not that you need any help

from me.

Afternoon,Miz Jo. You need

any help with those groceries?

No thanks, Ken. I got

it.

Gid, You canchase it... but I wouldn’t want to catch it!

You know, I’m not some little girl, Gideon-- I

don’t need protecting from a draft-dodging coward

like Dwight Goodrich.

--All civilian air traffic is grounded

tomorrow--

Yeah? well, I’ll see what

I can do.

My dad’s making supper.

I gotta go.

You, uh...want somehelp with

your engine?

stay outof the sky

tomorrow!

--the entire panhandle’s off limits.

Hold up,Jo!

Jo!

IMean it,

Jo!Sorry--

can’t hear you!




She’s a tough one,

ain’t she, Gid?

I hadn’t noticed.

Whaddaya think, Ken?

Wa’ll, I dunno,Sheriff. If we get

started writing tickets, could be a whole heap

of work for us...

...Like this car here. Where you think the owner managed to find

four brand new tires in the middle of a war? Much less a

full tank of gas. Why, I bet if I checked the trunk, I’d find all

kinds of contraband--

Okay!Okay!

You can talk to your daddy all you

want to, Dwight--

Somewhere there’s a squadof Marines who don’t know how lucky they are he‘s dodgin’the draft.

Amen, Brother, Amen!

Deputy!

There’s a war on,And she’s using that

plane like it was a car! You gonna ticket her

for that?

--just as soon as he gets back from the

war.

But Don’tthink you’ve

heard the last of me, Sheriff! I’ll be speaking to the Mayor!

In the face of this formidable woman, even the sheriff and his deputy can only shake their heads

in silent Wonder.




Don’t listen to

Doc...

Not far away, some of Morton’s other residents are wrapping up their day... and other things. Stop

wiggling, Mary!

But I can’t... it tickles!

That’s right, Cathy, distract her from the

needle! Needle?!...And stop

struggling, your leg is

supposed to be broken in two

places!

Oh, right.

So, after graduation, are you gonna keep working for Doc

Porter?Not

likely... I’m going to become a nurse and get far, far away from

here...

She is a little...

No... she’s a LOT.

I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow?

...what about my

leg?

Hey!

...and my mom.

Okay.




Moments later, the red-faced girl attempts to keep a low profile... while boarding a plane in the middle of main street.

It’s a skill she hasn ’t yet mastered-- and isn’t likely to.

How was school?

Why Mr. Goodrich, what

a lovely automobile...

...

Mom, NO!

Suit yourself!




HA!HAHA

Yeeek!

It’s a game of chicken between a speeding plane and a car...

HaHaHa!

Whutthe...?

She’s crazy!

...And whether it’s cowardice or simple self-preservation that motivates Dwight Goodrich...

...The result is the same!




The Baker Homestead...

Crop looks good from

the air.

HAH!That’ll teach

him to keep his distance!

Did you see Goodrich spin

out?

great, Mom.Keep it up and pretty soon nobody will

come near us...

We don’t need his kind of

company!

...just the way you want it!

Hola, Manuel.

truck OK?

And from the ground, too! It

should be a good year, Miss Jo.

Hola, Miss Jo!

Si, Hector’sjust changing

the sparkplugs.

Lord knows we could use

it.

Nice one, Jo.




Hallelujah!

Hi, Dad. What’s wrong with

the kid?

I’m embar-rassing.

All parents

are.

Didn’t we just have chili two nights ago?

Thatwas last week.

Supper’s in five.

Sheriff! you’re just in time to sit down!

Actually,I just came

to talkwith Jo.

Then talk while you

eat!

Evening, Sam.

five minutes later--If there are any prayers at this table, they are surely for some merciful break in the uncomfortable silence...




Soon...

Mighty fine chili. You make this, Jo?

No.

--The Army doesn’t need the entire sky, Gid. I gotta

spray the Jeffersonfarm before it rains.

It can’t wait!Jo, it’s

only one day...

Gideon, one rain comes along and wets those boll

weevils, there’ll be no stopping them!

They’ll wipe out Jefferson’s crop, then move on to Guy Morris’ farm while I’m waiting on the leaves

to dry!

Well, I’m sureit can hold until after the week-

end, right, Joanna?

Jo, I got abulletin says no one’s allowed to fly and I gotta

uphold it.

The secondhe hired me to spray his field it became my

problem!

Take it from me, Jo...

No, your problem is you’re always lookin’

Well,that’s okay,

Gideon...

...If fightingdon’t work out

okay for me, I can always come back and be Sheriff.

Nobodywants Jefferson to get hurt, but that’s not your

problem.

ain’tno good can come

outta that.

Ahem...Well, See...it’s about tomorrow--

for a fight. but




You know, Gideon...

Don’t you walk away from this

table!

...Stayfor pie, Sheriff?

You come back here, Lady Jane!

Maybe next time.

Sorry to ruin your evening,

Sam.

Yeah, well...

Cathy!

So...

...there’s some things in life that--if you want ’em-- you gotta step up

and grab ’em.Good night, Sam.

I hate you!




don’t you embarrass me like that in my

house!

Your house? You’re hardly

ever here!

I justwant things the way they

were!

I don’thave time tocoddle you,

Cathy!

Now you get to play tough--

Everybody’s right! You are

just like a man.

--You’re glad

Daddy’s dead!

Someone’s got to be

strong, now that your father’s gone.

sure...

And though her daughter’s words sting, Jo is forced to wonder...

...would she do it?

...If being a better mother meant giving up her freedom...




Later...

I thought we had a lot more food down here.

Now you know why we’ve been eating so much chili.

I guessso.

Jo--

She needs her

mother.

you Justmake sure she

gets breakfast and off to school

in the morning, okay?

Why? Where are you

gonna be?

--I’m not inthe mood forone of your

lectures, Dad.

“Taking care of business...”




Jo begins her fateful taxi... unaware that this one, simple act of defiance will change her life forever!

Up andat ‘em, Cathy! Breakfast in

ten!

Sam Baker watches in silence, knowing she’s exactly the person he raised her to be...

...But in a world made for men...

...can such a woman ever truly be happy?




Whew!

On the ground, Jefferson waves her in... to the grateful farmer,this plane is salvation!

At least I got out without a

fight.This sure

beats being stuck in the house all day, cooking and

cleaning.

Look! There’s Jefferson

now!




GodBless you, Miz Baker!

They’ll never get me back in an apron again. Come on,

Jo... what’dI tell you

about flying today?

...And I canbe a part of

it, now!

There’s so much important work

to do...




then I guess you

gotta arrest

me...

I got a call from your dad,

Jo...

...he’s concerned about you.

...but first you’re gonna

have to catch me!

Why good morning, Sheriff! what’re you doing up and about so

early?

So heturned me in,

huh? Some concern!

Jo,the Army said “no flying today,” and the law’sthe law.

You’ll come down sometime...

And I’ll be waiting for you when you do.

Dammit.

Some piece of work...




Jo breaks through the cloudsin joyous, looping exultation!

sigh...

What the hell...?

Hey there, flyboy... ain’t you heard? there’s a flight ban on

today!

Ha! ha! ha!

This is where she belongs...




I’m belowyour five o’clock,

and I’m looking for a “hello.”

C’mon, fellas, ain’t nobody up here but us lawbreakers.

Too big fora civilian craft... I stepped in it

now.

Say! You boys capture that in

Germany?

Never seen one like it! What do you call that

thing?

Boy, I bet a bird like that could do some

serious...

Holy shit.

Whoops! Sorry there, Air Force, I guess you got me.




Nazis!

JESUS!!

In America!!




Shit!

Can’t get away!

Gotta get help!

Mayday! Mayday! I’m--

It’s all on me, now.

Well, they won’t get me

easy!!




...as a fragile, cloth and pine David gamely-- perhaps hopelessly--runs before the hulkingsteel Goliath!

...while onboard the bomber, silent oaths are taken--

--This confrontation can only end one way:

In DEATH!!

Weaving! dodging! looping! in a desperate attempt to live just one moment longer!

And yet, This creature of the sky Wonders if she’ll ever see the ground again...

Fire and Lead fill the air over the heartland...

Jo clutches the yoke and pilots her craft with a strength and skill she’s never known before!




GASP!

But the tiny flier’s engine proves far more vulnerable!

the Stearman Kaydet’s wings weather the hail of bullets for now...

the now badly weakened prey can only limp onward...

...while the predator closes in--for the kill!

Oil! This thing can’t take much more...

The Nazi Bomber attacks Relentlessly... without pity...

...drawing blood time and again...




The helpless crop duster inches inexorably into the enemy Gunner’s sites...

Was ist--?

Exhausted, nerves frayed beyond the breaking point, Jo heads into a desperate, climbing immelman turn, followed closely by the relentless Nazi Pursuer!

And Jo, her lone weapon exhausted, evades the lumbering Nazi Giant... perhaps for the last time!

...Hundreds of pounds of powdered pesticide break over the gunner’s turret like a blinding wave!

...But Suddenly...

<I’ve got you now, American.>

Just one chance...




...For others, stoicism...

<We’re going to

Die! >

<Quiet, men! >

...the mammoth bomber veers helplessly down... toward American soil!

...And for one...

For some on the plane, there is panic...

...A macabre feeling of ephoria!

Suddenly... Choked by the payload of pesticide, the Nazi aircraft’s starbord engines seize up!

And as Jo arcs away, amazed by her incredible good fortune...

<Hold on, Gerhard. We’ll

be fine. >

Deutschland, Deutschland, uber alles!

uber alles in der welt!

< Bracefor impact! >

<Grand-father? >

<We’re going down! >

< Jesus Christ! >




And her exaltation is as heart-felt and well-deserved...

Jo’s cry of triumph fills the sky!

...as it is short-lived.

but while They may float down to earth lightly, landing on solid ground unharmed...

The precious shreds of fabric take to the air, drifting in the currents like falling leaves.

...Uber alles in der welt!

No!!

HA HA! HA HA HA!

Gasp!




To Be Continued...To Be Continued...

...the vehicle that bore them to such dizzying heights may not fare so well.




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