Thomas sighed, listening to his partner in crime talk. They were just enjoying the peace of the quiet town. Maverick spun his gun around his finger as the priest listened to him talk. The two would hang around each other although they did not get along very well. Maverick: "And so I tied 'im up and left 'im there for hours." Maverick said with a sly smirk, stopping the spin of his gun. Thomas: "That is not the way to handle things, Maverick." Thomas said with a sigh, a stoic expression resting on his face. Maverick: "He had it comin'. He really had it comin'." Maverick had a teasing look on his face. Thomas: "Why in God's name-" Thomas hissed, his eyes narrowing, a hand now resting on his hip.