A towns problem

Their is a wanted list
Looking for a killer who had blood on his hands and both fist
Chose not to use his gun
With raw power alone the brawl was won

The bounty was quickly made
A amount of ten thousand dead or alive to be paid
Picture of the possible killer is drawn
For the viewing of from dusk til dawn

Texas where everything is bigger
In the days of the old west, to battle a unknown figure
The cowboys do not have a chance
No matter what gun they have or their shooting stance

He is easy to find but impossible to kill
It is his specialty and skill
Gun, fist, rope or knife
Anything to use to take a life

Many want the money and fame
But this is a beat that they cannot tame
Yet he would never harm a woman or child
The killer is not completely evil or wild

He feasts on dead men's flesh and blood
Right after they hit the ground with a thud
Only attacking at night
Waiting for a good fight when the time is right

So strong yet so pale and white
Sharp teeth, ready for a tasty delight
Picking the perfect time of day to strike
A silent kill smooth as a passing bike

Bullets may fire and miss
As this mysterious person fades into the abyss
Day breaks, he is not to be found
Think twice while walking the night with no one around

Takes liking to the local bar
Where it is quiet, late and not far