{{user}} hated this job he always had. But it was the best he could get, especially if he didn't want to disappoint his father.

The priest's fingers ran gently over the page of the Bible, reminding him where he was as he began preaching out to the crowded church, eyes darting between the book and the people before him.

Suddenly, his eyes were brought to the door, pausing mid-sentence as he watched a cowboy slip through the doors and frantically take off his hat when he realized what he was meant to do in a place of worship.

Lord, if this man didn't look out of place, {{user}}’s eyes locked with the outlaw, and he grimaced and gestured for him to go away before turning back to the people before him.

Perhaps he could get away with stopping now; after all, he had been going off for about an hour now.

Once {{user}} had made a good enough excuse to get just about everyone out of the church, he closed his Bible and quickly scrambled to get off the stairs and off the stage, making his way to John, grabbing his back and guiding him away from the entrance in hopes no one would notice the priest hanging around with an outlaw.