The bad white men call him the devil
The Yavapai call him Eyes Like the Sky
This story takes place in the hinterlands
Of the newly formed United States and territories in the years before
And after the great conflagration called the Civil War
Men roam and fight each other to simply stay breathing
Muskets give way to repeating rifles, cannons give way to Gatling guns
War nurtures weapons, weapons clear the land
In the deserts of the southwest, old hatreds grow into new ones
Old beliefs are shattered by gunfire and charging horses
Into this cauldron of fire rides a young man who becomes a shadowed legend
His name even takes on the mantle of the bogeyman in some homes
Among the first Americans his name is exalted from wickiups to longhouses
From tepees to cliff dwellings
Among the men of the badlands, hes feared for his silent walk
And swift, economical dispatching of his enemies