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Ben shook his head in anger and frustration. "I don't know why you listened to him, but he's wrong. So wrong. Don't let someone else get in the way of who you are." Ben paused, realizing he sounded like a cheesy counselor. He chuckled a little and said, "Ha, sorry. I sound like one of those good-feeling wall hangings. But, it is true." He grinned and added, "Always trust a wall hanging." |
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"noted. Always trust a wall hanging" she echoed with a very small smile |
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Ben's smile faded, and he picked at the remaining food on his plate. "Maybe put up an ad or something? 'Ranch looking for workers'? I'm not good at that kind of stuff but I'm sure you could figure it out." |
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She just nodded, taking in her plate and heading to her office. She posted an ad on Facebook and Instagram before calling it a night and heading to bed |
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He sighed, cleaned up the rest of dinner, and headed to Ghost's stall, wanting to get away from everything. He tacked up, mounted, and made his way to the arena. They warmed up, walking and trotting, until Ben was satisfied with the mare's movement. He saw a jump for the few people who had ridden English here, and decided it might be fun to try and jump western. |
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After Ben and Ghost had gotten a few good jumps in, he checked his watch. 10:36. Ben yelped a little. How had it gotten so late? Time was flying today. He cooled Ghost out, untacked her, put her in her stall, and trudged back to his room, flopping into bed. He was tired, but didn't fall asleep for some time. |
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Ben must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, dusty sunlight was streaming through the window, and he heard birds chirping. He sat up groggily, looking around in confusion for a second. Where was he? Oh yeah, at the ranch. Better go feed the horses. He changed, noticing with disgust that he was still in his clothes from yesterday. He went through the rounds, remembering what to feed the mares and geldings and foals, only messing it up twice. |
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Emma woke, alert, and made breakfast. She rang the bell and placed his plate on the table. She grabbed her laptop, looking at the responses to her posts and reading the messages. She responded to most by asking them to come out to the ranch and a few accepting immedietly |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
