Melody time

Author's note: who's ready for cow-boy Phantom!? Oh yeah, this is happening. This one was really fun to write so I hope you enjoy it.

Also, anyone else really excited that Ben Lewis is joining the London Phantom of the opera cast as the title role? Cause I am.

Pecos Bill

Once there was a woman who lived deep in the heart of Texas, who was beautiful but her heart was cold and unforgiving. She focused so much on beauty that it soon became the only thing she cared about.

She was furious when her first born son was born with a terrible deformity that covered the right half of his face.

In her fury, she tossed the boy into the Great Plains and left him to die.

The young boy, who would later be known as Erik, did not die in the frontier. A group of coyotes raised the young infant as their own.

Erik grew up wild, learning the ways of the wild frontier. One day, when he was in his late teens, he saved a young black foal from being eaten by vultures. He named the horse "Widowmaker" and it became his partner.

Erik knew his home was on the plains, but that didn't stop him from occasionally stopping by the nearby town of Pecos for a drink.

Everyone in the town knew of Erik though Erik did not know everyone in the town. They feared him. His jet black hair, bright golden eyes and all black outfit sent shivers down their spines. The two guns at his hip didn't help matters either. Not to mention the lasso he kept in his coat that many thought didn't just help herd horses and cows. His horse. Widowmaker, became the largest, fastest horse in all of Texas.

But what startled people the most was his white mask that he wore to cover the right side of his face.

One day, while in town, Erik was at the town's bar having a strong when he saw her.

She was a beautiful young woman: curly brown hair, large brown eyes and a small and delicate figure. She was so opposite of Erik. She was a performer at the bar: a singer. She wore a tight fitting blue saloon girl dress which looked lovely with her hair. Erik was instantly smitten by her and knew that he had to have her.

He approached the young female late that night (well early in the morning), after the bar had closed. He had never been great with people but wanted her so desperately that he had to try.

"Good evening, my lovely little lady." Erik said, creepier than what he intended.

"Stay away from me," The girl said, backing into the wall behind her. "Please...don't hurt me."

"I would never dream of hurting such a beautiful maiden." Erik said, his voice deep and alluring. "I am Erik, as you probably know. May I enquire you of your name?"

"My name is Christine." She said, still scared out of her mind. "What do you want with me?"

"Well, I am completely taken by you." Erik said bluntly, wringing his hands in nervousness. "I find you incredibly beautiful. Would you care to join me on a horseback ride this morning?"

Christine's instincts told her to say no and then run, but to her and Erik's surprise, she agreed.

That morning, Erik helped Christine onto his trusty horse, Widowmaker, and the two of them took off across the plains.

The two soon fell in love. No matter how scared Christine was of her mysterious and muscular lover, she couldn't deny that she loved him: it was written in the stars.

Soon, their wedding was announced. The couple was as happy as could be. But tragedy struck the night before they were to be wed. Christine passed away from a horrid disease, dying in Erik's arms.

Erik was in a terrible despair at losing his young lover. He would howl at the moon in the beautiful night sky, knowing that Christine was up there somewhere in the heavens. Soon, the coyotes joined in and howled with him in despair. Too this day, the coyotes howl at the moon in order to respect the notorious Erik.

As for Erik, he never went to town again. No one ever saw him again. All that was left was the legends he made.