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The mare was not the largest horse on the face of the earth. At fifteen hands, she was not the type of horse you'd picture facing a Brahma bull fearlessly. But Wes knew that his mare had a bold soul, because he'd been the one to ride her through many cow-roping sessions, and moving the herd countless times to go head to head with a stubborn cow.

He patted the black equine neck with a calloused hand, something you wouldn't expect from a seventeen year old, but Wes had done more than most teenagers his age. You'd expect such hands to be rough, but when he was around the horses, or his year and a half year old nephew, Wes' hands were gentle, almost soothing. The horse nickered to her rider, almost as though urging him to hurry. Two heads watched the boy from across the aisle, buckskin and bay faces alertly waiting for a glance in their direction. Bush's eyes followed his partner calmly, but Jolly-Boy pawed at his stall every once in a while, bobbing his head in excitement for nothing.

Wes walked to the tack room, his boots clicking the dusty floor as he went. Once inside, he grabbed the mare's roping saddle and bridle, easily carrying the pair back to the cross ties and the horse. He placed the pad on her back, which was tan with western-style brown stripes on it, and had her name etched into it: Aborigine. Then went on the saddle, which was hefted onto her strong back with little effort. The teenager slipped off the mare's tattered halter next, and quickly secured on the bridle.

He led the horse from the cross ties, grabbing her hlater and placing it on her stall as he walked by it, and also picking up his old Stetson from the hook and placing it on his head

The pair made their way to the arena. It was a good day to work ouside, overcast, pleasantly cool, but not freezing. Of course, Abby was used to working in conditions so hot that by eight in the morning, sweat rolled off her sides. She would probably enjoy the change in weather, though. Wes knew he would.

As they reached the gate, Wes swung it open and let himself in, then let Abby follow. He shut the gate and secured it, then turned and swung up on Abby. He turned her towards the middle of the arena, and asked for the right lead. Abby had worked on a cattle ranch for a good chunk of her life, and so the walk out to the arena had been a good enough of a warm-up for her. She picked up the lead easily, Wes moving easily with her stride, relaxed in the saddle. He angled her to the middle again, and with minimal cueing, asked her to perform a flying lead change, which she followed through smoothly. But she was already chewing at the bit and pulling for more reins, bored already with this slow movement. Wes ignored her pleading, and simply continued at this easy pace for a few laps, occasionally switching directions.

However, when he felt ready, he loped her down to the farthest end on the left lead, and turned her into the middle of the arena, and cued the gallop. Abby exploded, and they bolted down the middle, flying. He issued a soft "woah", and Abby slid to a smooth sliding stop. He tapped the reins twice and she backed up, tail flicking. Wes reached down and patted her neck for a job well down then moved her off in the jog, bringing down her excitement.

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"Back. Back!" he shouted when the gelding refused to listen. Cougar's audits flickered forward, looking at his owner with acute distaste. "Hey, you're in the wrong. Not me." Jonah said simply, shoving the Quarter horse back into his stall. Cougar complied now, spinning quickly which to any others would symbolize he was going to kick Jonah. That wasn't the case, he rarely ever kicked out now. Only when really, really mad. Then you knew about it. Jonah sighed, picking up the tack he'd had to discard before entering the stall. He'd spent the last hour grooming the gelding, he'd come in covered in dirt from the pastures. Now it was time to work, they hadn't been in the arena for weeks, just sticking to the trails and Cougar needed to do some thinking. Many commented about Cougar, the fact that usually people rode Western with his breed was a good talking point. Jonah only knew English, and the same went for Cougar. Another talking point was the coloring of the gelding. He was a stunning shade of Golden Champagne. He stood out wherever he went. How he'd ended up in a riding school, Jonah would never know. He went to work on tacking up the horse in silence. Cougar never played up when he was being tacked up, he saved his energy to wind up Jonah in other ways. Jonah wasn't the usual person you saw on horse back. His lumbering frame turned from clumsy and uncoordinated to graceful and elegant when on horseback. On the floor though, he was a burly rugby player who had no regard for anyone. He liked to keep it that way too. They were ready in no time, and Jonah led the horse from his stall. He grabbed his helmet from outside the stall, chuckling as he did so. "Better use this, if you throw me again and I land on my head, my teachers are going to kick off. I've lost enough braincells as it is, if I loose anymore I won't have any left." He was laughing quietly as he said this, patting the gelding affectionately on the neck. Cougar just snorted, reaching around to snuffle Jonah's face.

He paused at the entrance of the yard, placing his helmet on and then mounting the gelding easily. He had enough upper body strength to pull himself up with ease. He adjusted his stirrups and checked the girth which also needed to be tightened. Then they were ready. "We'll go to the outdoor arena, and if you behave I'll take you out on the trails later." he promised the sulking gelding. As the arena came into view, Cougar began to toss his cranium defiantly. "Shape up!" he scolded the horse, pulling on the reins sharply. Cougar tossed his cranium once more, but calmed a little. Jonah looked up once again, noticing that there was another rider. He watched silently as the male sent his horse into a gallop through the middle of the arena. They showed no sign of stopping yet. Jonah had never seen this before, and tensed his frame. But then, at the last minuted, the boy and the horse came to a skidding halt. Jonah's jaw had gone slack in amazement. Cougar was the one to pull him out of his trance, beginning to prance on the spot. Clamping his jaw shut, he urged Cougar into a walk once more. As they grew closer to the arena, Jonah could see the boy more clearly. The male was handsome, his tanned skin enhanced by the black locks that framed his features. Jonah frowned, he shouldn't notice things like that. Looking ahead, he went over to the gate. "Gate." he called as he opened it, forcing Cougar to walk in. He had a thing about gates, really didn't like them. They finally got in, Cougar still eying up the gate, and Jonah pushed it shut. He paused and waited for the click to signal that it had locked. It had. He sent the gelding into a gentle walk, getting the horse to have a feel of the arena first. They hadn't been in the outdoor arena before, they had just stuck to the indoor. Cougar was now eying the other horse warily, he wasn't too sure what to make of her just yet. Jonah coaxed him into a trot, but the horse still had his eyes on the other. He nickered quietly, wanting to gage her reaction to him. Jonah rolled his eyes, of course a placid mare would set him on edge.

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The little mare perked up at the call of gate, and Wes looked out of the corner of his eye at the fenceline, watching the boy and gelding enter. The horse caught his his favor for his coloration, but he did not like how jumpy the creature acted. Obviously he had a temper on him, perhaps stubborn. His build suggested American Quarter horse, a good breed for anyone but Wes. He prefered Brumbies, or mustangs. None of this purebreed crap.

Abby snorted at the gelding, pinning his ears slightly. Wes tapped the reins for that, not liking her negative welcome to the horse and rider. The black animal stopped her fuss, instantly re-focused, and the brim of Wes' hat tipped slightly in a small nod. He tapped one side, his movements slight and soft, unseen to an untrained eye. Abby broke into a lope headed for the center of the ring. He stopped her again, seeing the man and his golden mount once more. He offered no more than a nod of greeting, taking in the features of the rider this time instead of the horse.

He was big and muscular, but not from working with horses. Both Jack and Wes were lean in figure, but well-muscled, with Wes being the shorter of the pair. His lanky body was still subtle, though, as he had baled hay for hours on end, repaired fences, etc., etc.. But this teen was not someone Wes would have thought as a horse rider, especially not English. Not that Wes had anything against English, but you had no open hand when riding, like he did now.

The male concluded his observation, which had happened with a quick glance and turned his attention to working out his mare again. He tapped her with a heel, and they quickly dove into a series of quick spins, five, going to the right. A soft "woah" issued from Wes halted the mare, and she stopped with ears facing him, breath bated in anticapation for her next command. Wes settled himself into the saddle a bit, then gave her the command to spin again, though this time in the opposite direction. She complied beautifully, and stopped as he said once more.

Bush would have done the same, though he would not have been so unkind to the new rider and horse. He probably would have ignored them, something Abby wasn't doing. The mare viewed most geldings as idiots and enjoyed dominating them, so snytime she did something right and was waiting, her eyes would follow the horse across the arena. Jolly-Boy would have done the same, though his intent would be to play, not to be bossy. The buckskin was like a small colt at heart, something Wes valued. A young horse was nice, but a horse would was truly a childlike creature would always adored being a partner and would always be willing to learn when handled properly.

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Cougar recoiled suddenly as the mare made eye contact with him. Jonah had thankfully been anticipating some silly business, and stayed sat in the saddle as if nothing had happened. The other rider offered a small nod in greeting, which Jonah returned. His own eyes swept over the male as he passed, taking in the smaller, leaner body. It wasn't hard for Jonah to tower over people, or out muscle them. He had a tendency to run himself ragged at the gym when stressed out, and of course Rugby required the bulk. Jonah had decided long ago that it was necessary, it enabled him to be threatening to those he wanted to. His heels dug into Cougar's sides, and the gelding pulled his attention away from the mare finally. He had the quarter horse pick up into a trot, which the gelding complied to quickly. This worried Jonah a little, usually he had a bit of a hissy fit if asked to do something so suddenly.

Jonah's oracles were now locked on the other rider once again. He now had his mare spinning a few times in one direction, and then pausing before going the other way. Jonah's eyes were wide with amazement, Cougar's were wary as he watched the mare. She made sure she had the time between actions to glare at the gelding. There was no doubt that she unnerved the horse, it was showing in the way he held himself. He wasn't usually this effected by other horses, normally just standing back and letting others do as they please. "She's really got him on edge." Jonah called to the other rider, chuckling quietly. It was nice to see the horse not so confident for once, it showed that he had a sweet side too. Cougar still had his oracles nervously placed on the mare. Jonah had him cut through the middle of the arena, changing leads with him. He forced the gelding to go as close to the fence without having to struggle to turn, as Cougar had a problem with going close to the fence. The fact that he had only had children riding him for most of his life meant that he was used to taking advantage, having Jonah on his back had been, in the beginning, an unwelcome change. Jonah had the cuts and scars to prove it.

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Wes regarded the other male, pondering his words before he spoke. Not being a talker meant that he often took a minute or two before he replied to someone, and Jonah, of course, was no differant. "Talk to him then. You're his rider. You're supposed to be the one who calms him. Not much I can do about it. She's just a dominant kinda horse." He told the boy in his Australian monotone, his dark eyes serious, but the orbs were not on the rider, but the horse.

"He's fidgity." Was his only comment about the horse, and he tapped Abby sides, pushing her to a trot. She pricked her ears and began to move, arching her neck a little as her head bobbed slightly at the bit. He made her come up to the horse slightly, touching the reins to get her attention. "Behave yourself, or else it's going to be hell for you in the round pen." He told her, and she dropped her head slightly at his tone, as though she understood his words. He glanced at the boy to reassure him that Abby wasn't going to try anything. "I'm just gettin' her close to teach her to be nice. Y'all just ignore us." He muttered to Jonah, then he made the mare go on the inside of the pair, at a lope, pulling her head around when she tried to turn and glare at the gelding. She tried again, and he made her go to the middle of the arena and made her back up, a good ways too. She lowered her head and chewed her bit when they came to a halt, but Wes's features didn't change at her submission. He simply made her wait as the horse and rider went in circles around them.

As a while, Abby swished her tail and stamped a hoof in impatience, pulling at the gelding. Wes immediatly spun her haunches around and started to back her again. She did so, her head jerking up in surprise at her rider's sudden orders. As soon as they were paused again. She stayed stock still, her flacks quivering in nervous energy. Wes patted her neck. "That'll do." He told her. She sighed, a big whuff of air that sprayed the air with carbon. He head dropped again, chewing once more, and Wes looked at Jonah and Cougar. "How's he doin'?"

Wes was throughly surprised with himself. He was certain that today he'd said more words than he'd ever said in three days - combined. Twice. Might as well continue if her was on a roll like this. "Name's Mason, by the way. Lots'a folk call me Wes though. This devil here is Abby." He touched the brim of his hat as he introduced himself. "Pleasure to be riding with you." His Australian accent rang out clearly, even after so many years in America - Jack's had faded slightly in the two years they'd been away from their home country.

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Jonah's expression didn't change as Wes spoke, but he gave a short nod. The thing with Cougar was that he didn't really respond to vocals, sure on the odd occasion he would listen, but he seemed to block them out most of the time. "He used to be a riding school horse, picked up some bad habits and is used to walking all over people. He doesn't like being told to do things properly." Jonah replied to Wes's comment about the gelding. Again, there was no anger rising in the male which usually happened. He coaxed Cougar on, again no reaction given when the other male spoke and got his mare to pass. Cougar, much to Jonah's surprise, turned his head arrogantly away from the mare. This made his rider chuckle, obviously he'd forgotten all about being unnerved by the mare and changed it to dislike. Jonah couldn't help but lean down and pat the horses' neck fondly, and Cougar gave a swish of his cream shaded whipcord. "Good boy." he cooed, urging him into a trot once again. His strides were a little off in the beginning, but he soon smoothed out. Jonah had him go into a canter and into a semi circle. Cougar complied beautifully, and Jonah decided that he had earned a run on the trails. He had the gelding repeat the action, and then pulled him to a halt. He stopped just in time to hear the other rider speak.

"Much better. He's gotten over himself now." Jonah smiled. Cougar pulled at his reins a little, wanting to stretch out his neck. Jonah allowed him to, and looked at the other rider. "Jonah. And this is Cougar. Good to meet you Wes." he offered, his Spanish/Welsh mixed accent. "Well, I'm going to have to take this one out on the trails. I promised him if he behaved, and it seems that he has overall. Your welcome to join us if you would like, but we'll be getting out of your hair." There was a tone of arrogance in his voice, but that wasn't strange. When you got used to him speaking, you knew it was just the way he always did. Walking Cougar over to the gate, he reached over to open it. Cougar, glad that he was leaving the arena, now stood very close to the gate. He knew where they were going next. Letting the gate swing open, he cast a glance back to Wes. He had Cougar stand by the gate, awaiting to see if Wes and Abby were to accompany them. He was hoping they would, company would be nice. He hadn't had much since arriving at the college.

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It was nice to hear a voice that didn't have a British vocal in it. Not that Wes had anything against English people, but their voices rubbed his nerves the wrong way faster than others. He cocked an eyebrow at the invite, and glanced down to see how tired his horse was. She had a bit of breath out, but a trail ride should be fine. "I guess we could." He replied. nudging the horse forward. She raised her head and perked her ears, following after Cougar. The tone of the male's voice set his teeth on edge a little. Wes was not a person who apperciated others who thought that they mattered above all else. He eyed the fellow in front of him, but soon dropped his gaze to close the gate behind him.

As he turned Abby around, it did not surprise him to see Gemma come running up to him. The mare beneath him, who was good friends with the dog, pretended to spook, tossing up her head. Wes simply took off his hat and threw it to his canine, saying to her, "Take care of that, will ya?" Then turned Abby after Cougar. The little black horse arched up her neck and pranced toward the gelding as though she was showing of, lifting her hooves up as high as a Western geared animal could. Wes clucked to her, his face set in an expression of nonchalance. She flicked her ears back, and continued forward, ignoring him. Wes pulled at her mouth a bit, and she dropped to a wallk, but her crest was still high and tail raised in hope of making herself larger than she really was. Abby sometimes acted like this when trying to be dominant; Wes called it her "Rooster Act". At least, in his head he did, for he rarely spoke to others about his horses' behavior.

Abby looked around the trail, as did Wes, for he'd never been out on the trails before now. They were pleasantly quiet, shaded by overhanging branches. He watched the scenery float past, angled slightly behind Jonah, falling silent as he usually did. His eyes wandered to the male, once, observing him again, before they slid to the path ahead.

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He grinned happily when Wes agreed to accompany them, waiting for the boy to vacate the arena before swinging the gate shut. He looked around when he heard the approaching sound of paws, making Jonah curse himself for not bringing Spring and Autumn. The pair loved the trails. He gave a quiet chuckle when the canine caught the hat Wes threw at her, but gave no other reaction to her being there. Cougar wasn't fazed, he was used to both of Jonah's dogs running with them as they rode. Abby then decided to put on a show, and Cougar once again turned his head away from her, ignoring her as much as she was ignoring him. They were acting like a pair of children, and Jonah was beginning to have enough of it. Kicking the gelding into a walk, he led the way to the trails, muttering quietly to Cougar as they went. The words didn't mean much, he wasn't even sure what he was saying. But Cougar's audits flickered in acknowledgment all the same.

When they were on the trail, both males' were silent. It didn't bother Jonah, he liked the quiet. He'd been on the trails the other day with some girl who nattered the whole way, causing Jonah to finally turn around and gallop back to the yard. The girl still didn't take the damn hint, and followed him back, pestering him all day. Finally he'd been able to get her to leave him alone after telling her he'd go on a date with her sometime next week. He was already perfecting the excuse. His expression soured when he thought of the girl. He didn't know why he did it to himself, force himself to be straight. He knew there was no way it was going to happen, but he really didn't want the student body to learn otherwise. He didn't want it to be quiet any longer, but couldn't think up a suitable conversation starter to ask Wes. Running through possibilities in his mind, he finally came up with a safe one. "What brought you to park?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at the other male. Cougar's audits were now perked on the top of his head, snorting quietly. He loved the trails, it meant that he didn't have to stick to the same boring path for hours. Jonah had returned his gaze ahead of him, awaiting a reply to his question. If he didn't get one, so be it. His fingers caressed the area between Cougar's shoulders as he waited, forcing himself not to whistle. That was one habit he needed to grow out of, otherwise he wasn't going to remain in many classes for much longer. It was also very obnoxious, or so he'd been told.

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Wes was pleased with the amount of comfortable silence bubbling from the trails, and the level of behavior Abby was exhibiting with them. She was not a perfect horse, as she had shown today with the presence of Cougar. The gelding himself seemed much more relaxed on the outside of the arena than he had in, anyway. His easy-going manner toward Abby helped to prove that.

The Australian sensed something on the male's mind, and when it came down to it, Wes could bet that when you factored in his age, looks, and build, you could bet it was some kind of girl trouble. The boy held in a snicker at such thoughts. The closest thing he'd ever had to a relationship was a small little mutual crush back at BRRA in his sophmore year that had quickly ended. Not that he'd lost much sleep over it - they'd never even gone out on a date or even been close to what you could call a couple.

That was back before his nephew. Before he'd gotten Barrier and sold the big gelding, using the money to buy Jolly-Boy. The buckskin was progressing quickly for his age, in Wes' opinion. While the teen had considered keeping the little horse, he sadly doubted he would. If he wished to be a horse trainer, he would soon need to get used to the fact that he could keep every single horse he laid his hands on.

We was pulled back to the present by Jonah's question, and he shrugged as he answered, knowing that the other rider couldn't see the movement. "Needed a degree to become a tamer." He replied, slouching a bit in the saddle as his back relaxed a little. A few of the disks groaned in responsem and wes stretched the bones with a few twitches of tough muscle, the cracks jetting through the air loudly, even over the whistle Jonah was emitting.

Wes rode up to be level with the other boy, eying him with a brown orb. No emotion really showed in that round orb, just murky darkness. "You sound like a really obnoxious kookaburra. Did you know that?" He asked. No irritation was in his words, simply a question thrown carelessly in the air. "Lot of people back home hated them birds. Found 'em to be annoying, irksome even." He told Jonah, glancing at him sideways. Now would have been the perfect time to do a pick-up line, but Wes not not a fan of pick-up lines... Expecially cheesy ones.

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Jonah nodded slowly when Wes answered his question. Jonah still had no idea what he was going to do after college. His father wanted him to play rugby professionally, and as much as that appealed to Jonah, he couldn't see himself doing that. Yes, scouts were begging him to come work with them, but he kept denying. This infuriated his father, and made Jonah all the more happy to move away from his home town. He also couldn't see himself doing something with horses. As much as he loved Cougar, he couldn't be around him 24/7. Nothing really appealed to him that much. And if you moved onto academics, there was no way he was going to get anywhere. "I think i'll just be a hobo." he concluded to his thoughts. A smile lifting at his lips. He listened to Wes's back crack, a slight uplift in his eye brow. There was no other reaction, his own back did the same at times.

He looked out of the corner of his eye when Wes rode up to be level with him. His words made a grin spread pull largely at his lips. "I did know that. I am told that at least once a day, whether it be my mother, my teachers or a random passer by. An apparently, you too as well." There was no anger in his voice, it sounded as if he was close to laughter. The second part made his brow furrow a little. "Did you find them annoying?" he questioned, a tone in his vocals that he himself couldn't quite place. Although Jonah was used to repelling others with his attitude, he was already beginning to like Wes. His frame stiffened suddenly, banishing all thoughts from his head. His expression was wiped clean, he was now staring straight ahead once again. His mind was screaming at him though. No Jonah. You can't, you know what'll happen. it taunted, causing his jaw to set. His inner argument was bringing on a head ache. Cougar had began to pull at his bit a little, signaling that he wanted to go faster. He looked at Wes briefly, forcing himself to speak. "Gonna canter." he told him, his words strained. With that, he kicked Cougar into a trot and then into a canter. It didn't take long for the speed to clear his head, much to Jonah's relief.

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The Australian nodded seriously at the teen's comment about his life after college. "Just be careful who ya hitchhike with. There's some crazy folk out in the world nowadays. I should know, seein' how I'm related to a good number of 'em."

As Jonah replied to him, he nodded at the last few words. "I'm not the kind of person to hide behind petty words, my friend. If you tell people straight up, their more likely to listen to ya when you talk. They may not like you too much afterwords, but at least you've gotten their attention, and possibly some respect as well." He told the older male, eyes set on the path ahead. Jonah's next question surprised him, though, for he'd never really thought about it. "I liked them well enough, I guess. I liked to listen to them sometimes, and they gave off plenty of background noise. I'd have to be around one, though, to tell you if I liked it or not." That eye found Jonah again, questioning the male's tone in a subtle glance.

Wes felt something in his own chest for Jonah, a sort of liking for the other boy. While Jonah would probably becoming an arrogent bastard toward Wes if he found out the other was gay, he'd bet that the taller was actually decent to be around, sometimes. The tan teen wouldn't be able to tell. He was absolutely horrid at reading humans, because no matter what other people said, humans were in no way like horses. Horses could at least be trained to be likable. The last time Wes had tried to train his brother to be decent, he'd been thrown into a lake.

Jonah's strained words speared his thought's to his skull as he watched the Quarter horse and his rider burst away from them. Abby whinnied slightly in anticipation, excitement rippling down her spine as she too watched the gelding, chomping down on the bit and stepping with her front feet bouncing, almost like she was about to rear. Wes barely had to tap her sides and she was off.

The cow horse didn't run; she flew. Back home, when Wes and Jack would race bareback across the desert, Abby was known for never backing down to a challenge. She kept speeding up, till she was going fast enough to almost be reaching a gallop, whipping past Jonah and Cougar and still bursting forward. She was galloping, and at breakneck speed too. She was fast approching her uncontrollable point - literally. Wes leaned back, softly speaking to her, as she began to slow, calming herself at the sound of his voice. As they rounded a bend, about to slow down to a jog, Abby caught sight of a fox, and she started violently, throwing her hind end up in a buck that sent Wes over her shoulder.

He hit the ground with his shoulder, one hand gripping her reins still. The creature had long since vanished, and Wes waited calmly for Abby to stop having her fits. Obviously, the cooler air had her blood way, way up.

After a bit of time she calmed and Wes went forward. He patted her neck, then pulled himself up on the saddle. A hand went to the shoulder in question and brushed off some dirt. It was sore and would probably bruise, but Abby had done a lot worst to him in the past.

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He heard the other horse's excited sounds, and then her thundering hooves. He didn't look back, neither did Cougar. The gelding didn't bat an eyelid when she came streaming past. He was so used to horses taking off past him that it wasn't an issue. Jonah though was watching, enthralled in the mare's swift elegance. He watched as Wes tried to calm the mare, which she listened too before there was another disturbance. He caught the flash of red, and then looked as Abby startled because of the damn fox. Jonah encouraged Cougar to speed up, but Wes had already on the ground. Jonah's expression turned to one of horror. But once again, before he could do anything, Wes was back on the mare. Jonah's expression was one of surprise, but quickly turned to concern. He made Cougar go level with Abby, as much as the gelding was reluctant, and looked the male in the eyes.

It was obvious Jonah was worried about Wes, it was written clearly on his expression. "Wes, are you okay?" he asked, his oracles scanning over the male for obvious injuries. He knew the male had fallen on his shoulder, his oracles raked over the one he'd fallen over intently. Cougar had an accusing eye on Abby. Jonah wasn't sure why, the gelding had done the same thing plenty of times to him. Apparently anything the mare did wrong was good enough for the gelding to pick up on. Jonah's eyes left the male's shoulders and met Wes's eyes. Again, there was a hidden emotion shining in them. But Jonah was beginning to understand what it meant. His chest was filled with emotions he hadn't felt in ages, in fact some were brand new to him. He forced his features to harden, but kept his eyes on Wes. "I think there has been enough excitement for one day. Time to go back." he said quietly, surprised that his words had stayed steady.

He had Cougar pick up into a gentle trot as they headed back toward the college. He wouldn't allow the horse to go any faster, due to the fact that it would be giving into the gelding's insistent behavior. The thing with Cougar was that he wanted to be in charge, exactly like his owner. There was always friction between the pair. But Jonah's mind was also straying. His company had a bigger effect on him than he wanted. Flinching mentally, he refused to look around at Wes. They came nearer the end of the trail, and he slowed Cougar to a walk. He wasn't even sure if Wes was still with him, his mind had gone into overdrive. Last time these feelings had blossomed, he'd ended up expelled from school. He shuddered visibly as he thought of the state he'd left the last male in. He knew he'd never forgive himself if he did that to Wes, and he knew that his father would kill him if he got kicked out of this school. The pair were back at the yard in no time, and Jonah dismounted with surprising grace. Cougar was still walking to his stall as he did this. There was no evidence on Jonah's features that he realized what he just did. Letting Cougar into his stall, he immediately began to untack him. There was already a bucket of feed waiting for the horse, so as soon as the tack was gone he dove his muzzle into it.

Jonah was now walking toward the tack room, his expression slowly increasing toward despair. He shoved his way into the room, elbowing a younger male out of the way. He didn't even glance in the boy's direction. Placing the tack down in it's rightful place, he sat down heavily on a upturned bucket. His head fell into his hands, a snarl of frustration leaving his lips. Parting his fingers, he stared through them onto the cold, slate ground. Of course, two hours with a male whom he knew barely anything about would effect him this much. The urge to attack anyone who came near was almost overwhelming, he was close to going to hunt down the boy he'd just shoved out the way. Taking a shaky breath, he continued to stare at the floor, hoping to calm himself before he returned to Cougar.

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Wes straighten in the saddle, stretching out his shoulder as he nodded once to Jonah. "No worries." He didn't feel the need to add the fact that he'd been through a lot worse than a fall. Falls were easy - poisonous snakes were not. Of course, had Jack been here, the entire story of both the tree and the snake, along with that rogue camel would probably already been told by now. It wasn't like Wes looked for trouble. He just roamed in places where trouble lurked, that was all.

Jonah moved his horse to a jog, as abby pinned her ears at the gelding, her mood not improving at his actions toward her. the proud little horse fell into a jog after him, her tail flicking in an irratated manner. Wes decided to ignore her. She needed to get back to the barn. He longed for Bush's calm demenor, and his nonchalance air toward practically everything. He loved Abby dearly, but he could only take her for so long sometimes... Women.

He dismounted shortly after arriving in the yard after Jonah. abby stamped a hoof and shook her mane as he started to led her to the barn. His actions were simple, single-minded, focused. Though he cared deeply for Jonah, when Wes was with horses, he was a trainer, and nothing could deter him from caring for the animals he cared so deeply about. Strangely, though, his mind was occupied today by something he knew he was beginning to feel a passion for. Jonah.

It would not be the first time Wes had felt an affection toward another male. It was to expected. That did not mean he had to react to it. He could simply ignore the emotion until it went away, living in a comfortable distance from the object of his feelings.

The teenager's robotic movements had, by now, haltered the mare, and removed her saddle and saddle pad. He carried the equipment in his arms, and the bridle over one shoulder. He carried the tack to the tack room, passing a smaller male on the way who looked confused. An eyebrow was raised, but otherwise, Wes decided to ignore it.

He passed through the doorway, making his way over to the saddle racks by the wall next his locker, and placing Abby's saddle between Bush's and Jolly-Boy's. He hung her bit and bridle, then opened his locker. He quickly pulled out a grooming kit, and measured out two feed pails. He turned and looked up, his eyes finding Jonah, looking... Conflicted?

Wes had never been one to comfort, nor did he want to make the older male feel uncomfortable, so he downcast his eyes and moved off. He placed the kit by Abby, and made his way over to the two horses in their stalls. He dumped the food, and hung the pails on the horse's stall doors. Then he went back to abby at the cross ties, and began to work on the mare's black coat. He rubbed the loose hair and dirt off her again, and smoothed out the sweaty sheen. Her hooves were soon picked, and the mare was officially cooled down. He took up her lead, and soon she was secure in her stall.

The next move was to muck out the stalls. He would begin with Bush's, because the gelding was eating, and more used to having Wes around the stall with him.

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