Wesley raised his eyebrows slightly at Ella's stutter, studying her. She was obviously a bit nervous... though she was trying, he could tell. "You don't have to like it, you just have to be okay living in it for a while. You can probably do what you'd like now, lunch is in four hours. I'm going to go continue training Rascal, a wild little colt, so if you'd like you can ride Misty," Wesley commented quietly, giving her a small smile before walking back down the banister and out the door. He went over to the barns and to a back stall, taking out a shining black colt with light grey mane and a light grey tail. The colt pranced about and popped a couple rears, to which Wesley just sighed and tugged the colt back down. "C'mon Rascal." He clicked to the colt, leading the horse out and into a small round pen. Wesley then took to backing it up, having it move its shoulders and haunches, and having it sidepass,

Ella sighed as he spoke, frowning yet again. She really did struggle to compliment stuff, so him saying what he did, had not helped in the slightest. Still, she decided not to say anything, just stand there until he was finished talking.

"I think i'll stay here for a bit. I'll go down to see her later, though." She flashed a weak, rather fake, smile and shut her door, seeing her bags already in the room. She unpacked what she could be bothered to unpack, and then slumped down on the bed, tracing the wood in complete silence. Herdad still hadnt messaged her, and she was beginning to think he didnt care. Actually, she knew he didnt. The man was rich, why would he care about his first born daughter? What a stupid thing to do?

She threw her phone down next to her, fighting tears back heavily. While she liked the envirnoment she was in, the look of the people around scared her. How was she meant to just..be okay with so many men?

Ella peered out her curtain, watching as Wesley worked with a foal. She sighed after eyeing him for a little bit, before closing the curtain again and standing up. Whilst she wanted to hide in the room forever, she couldnt. She had to go and face the others sometime, right?

Wesley continued to work with the rowdy foal, wrestling the colt back to the ground occasionally when the horse decided to buck, bounce, and rear. After he was done with that he glanced up at the bedroom Ella had disappeared into with a sigh, then went to go get his horse, Wild West. West was a dependable dapple grey stallion. Nothing cared that horse... he was like a brick wall. Wesley tacked the stallion up and mounted, going to drive the cows out that he had to. He rode out to the small pasture gate and opened it, then cantered West to round up all the cows with their meekly mooing calves, pushing them out into the big pasture. After that was done it was lunchtime, so Wesley went and put West away to go to the mess hall. -Ella is lucky she gets to sit with Austin, his wife, and their young son- Wesley thought with a chuckle, looking at all the rowdy men that were talking loudly and passing around platters of food. He was still trying to figure the girl out... she seemed nervous and a little scared, but at the same time stuck up and mean. Thankfully, Wesley could tel, she was trying to make an effort to be nice.

Soon enough, lunchtime had come around. And Ella was dreading it. She was overwhelmed, unhappy and bored already. No one had really bothered to stick with her. But then again, why would they? She was a girl, and a quiet one at that. What good was she round there? Although her dad had let the people know she could ride, and had been able to ride quite well, she figured everyone round here would think she was stupid, purely for the way she looked more than anything. And her voice. She had that stereotypical high pitched, girly city accent, just with some added Spanish.

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She placed herself down where she'd been seated, and looked down, refusing to look around. The girl frequently had small but scary panic attacks, and the amount of men she could see every time she looked up was not helping in any way. She glanced at Wesley for a split second, then back at her hands, fiddling with a ring as she did so, pushing it so hard into her finger it drew a little blood.

She'd never had to do this before. Eat infront of others. Or infact sit with them like this at all. Whenever Ella wanted food, she'd order it. Or, head down to the kitchen, pick up whatever she wanted and head right back to her room, alone. It was better that way. Better yet, she'd head out to a car show, stay all day and eat there. Or, not eat at all. She liked that, too.

However, ebing at this ranch she quickly found out she had to eat with others, and probably couldnt turn down eating even if she wanted to.

Wesley couldn't really sit there much longer, because Ella looked pitiful and he felt slightly bad. -I will request for her to sit with Austin and his family, for one- Wesley thought, standing up and walking over to the girl. "Come out here, and I'll show you where your tack is for Misty." He said quietly, offering a way to get away if she wanted. Wesley knew that she was very out of place and u comfortable here. It was his home, and he loved all the cowboys, loved teasing them, but to someone else it must look like a tangled mess of idiots. He walked out of the room and towards the stables again, entering the tack room and setting down a low rack to put her saddle on. Wesley reached to the reached top and took down a light looking Western saddle with light blue crosses on the sides, and a polished leather seat. It was a bit dusty from sitting up there, so Wesley took out the leather cleaner and wiped it down till it looked like brand new. He then got down a light brown Western bridle and cleaned the bit quickly as well as the leather. The bridle also had light blue crosses across the browband. Wesley hung it on the saddle rack as he finished.

Ella was slightly startled by a voice speaking to her, she was too busy wiping the blood off her ring. She looked up in surprise, and was somewhat slightly relieved to see Wesley, and not some random guy she'd never spoken too before. She got up and followed him, tentatively looking around at her surroundings as she did so. She kept her head down, careful not to make eye contact with anyone else.

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She was surprised as she entered the tack room, looking around at everything. Ella had forgotten just how different this ranch was to her dads years ago, and raised her eyebrows slightly as Wesley hauled a lovely but slightly dusty saddle down.

"Has she not been ridden for a while? Or is the saddle just dusty because its not been used?" She asked, partly because she was curious, but also because she knew she needed to try and make conversation so not to seem boring.

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Wesley stepped back from the saddle, turning to rummage in a cabinet underneath and pulling out a bag. The bag had brushes and combs in it, all with identical blue crosses. "Well Misty is my horse, and I don't tend to use any saddle at all with her." He answered with a slight chuckle, narrowing his eyes at the bag and batting it once with a hand, looking relieved when no dust clouded off. He set it on top of the saddle, looking much more content. "Everything should be here. Misty is very calm, and she has been around cows, calves, and bulls every day of her life... so don't be worried about her spooking." Wesley told Ella, running a hand through his dark brown hair to look at everything again

Ella raised her eyebrows as he said it was his horse, staring at him for a second. She struggled to find the wordsto actually speak, her slight panic setting in. What if she messed up and somehow got the horse injured? What if she embarrsed herself and fell off, and the horse..ran away? No, she was being stupid, that wouldnt happen.

She eventually nodded in respone, and forced a smile to hide her panic, fiddling with her ring again though the recent cut on her finger made that somewhat painful.

"Good." Was all she got out of her mouth, so quiet she wasnt even sure if he'd be able to hear her. She was nervous now. This guy seemed so...in control. So put together. So confident. She was used to being the only one o could list herself as that, she hated being overpowered. Though she guessed she should probably co-operate, she was not going anywhere any time soon.

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Though Ella had no problem with riding itself, she had no idea where to go, what she was expected to do, if she was meant to be coached or if she just...had to do her own thing. This place seemed so big, it looked so easy to get lost.

A look of worry set in again, and she didnt even try to hide it, as she stared at Misty.

Wesley took the pad and saddle, carrying them out to a stand that was much closer to Misty. He felt like he needed to do something while thinking up what to say. Wesley really did wonder why Ella was exactly like this... sometimes she seemed snotty, but now she just seemed nervous and a little scared. He could understand being scared of all the men here, but he could also fix that. At the moment one of Wesley's goals was to show Ella every cowboy here was entirely harmless and just liked to joke around. He glanced back at her and decided to take a shot at something. "So... I have a feeling you've ridden before. What kind of riding do you do?" He asked, slipping back into the tack room for a moment and coming out with a big black saddle. He put that on a saddle rack that was near the stall next to Misty's, where West, his stallion, resided. Wesley then brushed West down quickly and threw the saddle on as he waited for an answer. "I was thinking, if you'd like, we could go on sort of... a little... trail ride. Just through the pastures and stuff." Wesley commented slowly, a bit hesitant, but still wanting to attempt something helpful. That was one thing about Wesley... if he was given a job, even if he didn't like it, he would do his best. He was even starting to warm up to Ella a little, mostly because she looked so uncomfortable.

Ella sort of..winced as he asked about her riding. She was a champion showjumper, therefore english saddles. Of course, she'd ridden western too, but that certainly wasnt her strong point. She looked up slowly, and shifted from one foot to another.

"Uh..English. Showjumping, eventing in general. I'll have trouble riding well in western tack." She said, her voice trailing off at the end. She was embarrassed. Embarrassed? Something she hardly ever felt? Still, it would be something she'd have to get very used to here, clearly.

She felt a little relief when Wesley mentioned a trail ride, so she didnt have to go anywhere by herself. She forced a weak smile to appear on her lips, and nodded tentatively.

"Sure." Was all that came out her mouth, and she looked him in the eye for a split second, before looking down again. Oh how she hated the way she was acting.

"I'm sorry. For just..acting the way I am. Its different here. And ive just had past troubles. Whatever, i dunno. Sorry." She cringed as she released the last word from her lips, knowing she was messing her words up completely.