Not too long after this:

The Trio spotted the werewolf. It was a tall man, 200 pounds of muscle underneath a black trenchcoat and a white Stetson on top. Once the audience were relieved that they weren't gonna get shot, they clear out the room. Praying for the safety of the trio as no one has ever beat a werewolf in a straight fight, gun duel or otherwise. The Werewolves of Nowhere are not like the conventional type. Not only do they not require a full moon to shift forms, while it makes them stronger, they are also able to utilize their abilities in human form. Hence why the song was affecting his hearing. He needed his ears to overhear conversations. This particular wolf was the nastiest of them all. El Sangre De La Luna, The Blood Of The Moon. Wanted for multiple counts of murder, mutilation, rape and the intentional spread of disease. In this case spreading his lycan disease all over. The bartender advises the Trio that they should shoot him now while they have the chance, but El Musica puts his gun away and advises the others to do the same. Since this is a high profile killer, they do need him alive long enough to talk, but at the same time, they'd settle their matter honourably. El Musica challenges El Sangre to a duel. If El Musica can shoot him before he shifts, he'll tell them everything they need to know. El Sangre agrees admiring El Musica's bravery to boot. "Are you sure you're human?" He says. "Because you have the balls of an Eldritch if you think you can wound me." Tension builds between the two and just before El Sangre's eyes turn yellow, El Musica dispatches him. 4 shots to the limbs, one shot to the liver. Enough to wound and leave him in agony, but not kill him. "You said something about an Eldritch. What is the Cowboys of The Damned planning." In agony, El Sangre laments "There's this book. They found it while searching for gold in abandoned mine. It's how we came to be. He plans on unleashing the old ones so he can cease power, not just in this town, but the entire country. Now please kill me. This fucking hurts!!! But not as bad as it's gonna be when they found out I talked. You don't want to mess with their demons." El Musica obliges, using his 6th bullet to shoot him in the heart. "Thank you." El Sangre says. "In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti. Amen." El Sangre dies and surprisingly El Musica, La Simpatico and El Puno shed a tear for him. "Why are you feeling glum." The Bartender says. "You guys won." To which El Puno replies "It's sad because in his whole life of murder and depravity, he sought redemption in the end. I don't think he chose to be this way. It was forced upon him."

They then take El Sangre's body and bury him in a shallow grave. With a wooden cross as his headstone. The demons watching, contemplating their next move.

For this one I decided to mix some styles. Specifically John Carpenter, because he always wanted to do a Western and Ennio Morricone. Needless to say I'm happy with the result.