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Topic: Ranch Hand x Rich Person's Daughter

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Where: Texas, on a big cattle ranch called Wild Fyre Ranch

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When: Modern Day

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Wesley opened his eyes in his uncomfortable bunk, staring at the ceiling and huffing a slow sigh before sitting up, stretching his bare arms and hopping down. He quickly pulled on some faded blue jeans and a dark blue button up t shirt, not bothering buttoning anything but instead taking a deep breath and shouting out a loud note. "Whoopee, get up! Hallow boys, let's get rustlin!" He hooted, grinning as everyone sat up groggily and glared at him. "Let's go" Wesley chuckled, walking out of the dark bunkhouse and into the dark morning. He went straight into the barn and took care of his horse, hearing everyone get up and come in. Ah, it was quite fun startling everyone awake in the morning. The peak of the sun broke over the horizon, and Wesley had already finished all his stuff for his horses. He sauntered out of the barn and into the mess hall, helping take out platters of bacon and eggs. After eating a hearty breakfast, Wesley tilted his head when he heard the cowboys talking about the boss having an announcement. -ooo, what is it this time?- Wesley thought cheerily and went out into the ranch yard, looking at the boss, Chad. "Good mornin y'all. I have a quick thing to say... two, actually. Number one, there is a special guest coming today. Number two, Wesley, you can have fun being in charge of her." Chad spoke, and Wesley's heart dropped like a rock during the second announcement. "Er, Boss? What do you mean by... her?" He asked reluctantly. "some rich guy from the city is sending his daughter over here to get a hint of the country life. You will help her out!" Chad answered cheerily. Wesley's facial expression swooped further, and he frowned at all the cowboys around him... roaring their heads off. "Alright, get your butts to work." Chad hollered, and Wesley departed. This meant he would have to stop his normal ranch duties and wait for this... girl. "Darn it all." Wesley muttered

Ella had been complaining pretty much the whole way to the ranch, hating the fact she was being sent away. Sure, she loved horses. But being sent away to a place she didn't know? With what sounded like a bunch of guys? No. Plus, it was in the country, and she had a thick cty accent, mixed with spanish. Whether she'd be able to understand a word they said, and vice versa, was questionable.

It had been a long journey, and just as she was about to drift off, the car did a steep, tight turn up a driveway. The driver comented on how impressive the place looked, then Ella's face dropped as he said the name- Wild Fyre Ranch. She was here.

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She hauled herself out of the seat as the driver of the jet black Rolls-Royce opened the door, and she took a deep breath-regretting it immediately. It smelt heavily like nature-a big change from the tyre smoke, leaking petrol, burning tyres she was used to. As her eyes darted here and there, she sighed, ignoring the amount of men that were all over the place. How she was meant to survive this was beyond her.

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Ella had ridden all her life. She grew up for a couple years at a small horse stable that she owned, and loved every second of it. Bonding with animals, exercising horses daily, just being free. But, when she turned 14, her dads own business took off massively, and the money started rolling in. Her parents made the rather stupid decision (or so she thought at the time) to move to the city. Though she hated it at first, she found her second passion-cars. Since then, she'd complained every single time her parents wanted to holiday in the country, resulting in her bein sent there. From a rich penthouse to a ranch.

Wesley paced in front of the barn, thoughtfully stroking his jaw until a black, very expensive looking car pulled up. He took a deep breath of the cow/horse smelling air, enjoying every bit, then got ready for the torture to commence. Chad, the Boss, walked forward along with the ranch owner, Austin. Austin walked up to the man and said a few words, shaking hands, blah blah. Chad stood there, sneaking glances at Wesley and trying not to laugh. When Wesley saw the girl he looked back at Chad with a pleading gaze, but the other man looked shocked.... and a little appalled. "Uh... there's a cow in the barn that needs tending to..." Chad mumbled under his breath, heading towards the horse barn and disappearing. Wesley dropped his head into his hands, sighing slightly before squaring his shoulders and looking up. Austin had turned towards the daughter and was introducing himself, then gestured Wesley over. He walked over to stand beside the ranch owner, looking at the girl with an emotionless face... although his eyes were... depressed. "So Miss Ella, this is Wesley. He will be the perfect ranch hand to show you around, and assign you to a horse. You two... get along... please." Austin introduced them, his voice dropping slightly at the last part. Wesley could tell from Austin's expression that Austin was trying not to laugh. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Ella. Welcome to Wild Fyre Ranch." He announced, trying not to just give up and resign. -I never thought working on a ranch would mean... this- Wesley thought

Ella didn't say a word as the introducing was started. She just wanted to scream. Cry. They all looked so...mean. She sighed and looked around, her eyes darting from person to person, and raised her eyebrows. In a way they all looked the same, but so different. It confused her heavily, and just as she was about to zone out again, a voice spoke in her direction.

"Oh. Hi." She said, avoiding hurling uneeded insults at this man. She didn't care, really.

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Ella was more used to doing the introducing. A lot more used to being able to boss others around, wave money around in protest, get the better when she wanted. Insult others without them looking like she would get thrown 6ft under straight away.

She had absolutely no time for others who seemed rude to her, though. As she looked at the man that greeted her, who seemed rather unhappy to be here, she glared back, looking him up and down with a cold gaze before sweeping her hair behind her back.

Wesley raised his eyebrows slightly as the girl started to get that cold gaze. -Oh boy. Here we go- He thought, gesturing for her to follow him. "Come on over here and I'll show ya round." He said quietly, resigned to death by torture. Wesley walked over the the horse barn, stopping, crossing his arms over his broad chest, and waiting. Ella would soon figure out Wesley was not your normal person. Or anywhere near normal. "This is the horse barn, if you couldn't tell by the smell that I'm sure you can smell. I'm going to pick a horse for you to care for... that includes feeding it, making sure it has water, turning it out to pasture, bringing it back in from pasture, riding it, and mucking out its stall." Wesley stated, his voice not cold, but not very warm either. He walked into the barn and glanced around, loving the sweet scent of horses and hay. "You will have a couple responsibilities while being here. Taking care of your horse is the most important. After this I will show you where you are going to sleep." He finished

Ella listened to every single word this guy threw at her, and returned them with cold stares. If he was gonna sound rude, she could do just as badly. She wondered into the barn with him, and took it in. It had been ages since she'd smelt the smell of horses, and hay, and she breathed it in giving a small smile. At least that wasn't all bad.

As the guy finished talking, Ella nodded, deciding it would be best to say something.

"Okay" Was all that came out of her mouth, rather quietly. She was tired, bored, and quite annoyed with the rudeness of this guy. All she wanted to do was sit down, and message her friends. But no, she was stuck walking round with a groom who clearly did not like her.

"Whats your name?" She asked. At least she was trying to cater to the conversation, right?

Wesley watched Ella carefully for a reaction, feeling surprised by what he saw. She was quite annoyed by his slight rudeness, he knew, but that was mostly a test... and because it was early and he was always grumpy in the morning. At least she actually attempted to not act rude. "The name's Wesley Walter. And yours?" He asked, his voice a ton less cold and a lot more kind sounding. Much more like normal, without the teasing lilt he always had. Wesley moved to a dark golden buckskin mare, with small dapples on her haunches and a black mane and tail. "This'll be your mare, I hope you like her. Her name is Forest's Smokey Mist, or Misty." Wesley commented, then turned to walk towards the big ranch house. He held the door open for Ella before heading up the big banister, opening another door to the right. Inside was a big bedroom, having a balcony, glass doors, a big wood dresser, and a big wooden bed. All the wood was in rich dark colors that actually almost matched Wesley's hair, but in general, it was rather pretty for a ranch house bedroom. "You'll be sleeping here." He informed her, stepping back outside.

Ella frowned as he asked her name. Did he not already know?

"Ella. Uh..Holston." She said, rather quietly. She relaxed slightly as his kinder tone, but was still very wary of him, and anyone else they may pass for that matter.

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She had to be wary, really. Very suspicious. Her perception of people she didn't know was completely ruined by one man when she was younger, after he'd tried to attack her. He'd pulled her off her horse, who had spooked at his speed, and ust..went for her. Hence the scar near her eye. Ever since, Ella hadn't really allowed other guys to touch her, nor had she been very friendly to them. Although she never had plans to tell Wesley that, she just hoped he'd eventually pick up on the fact she was not being rude, she was just slightly scared.

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Ella's thoughts left her as she saw a gorgeous golden bucksin mare, and she ran her eyes over the dapples, the rich golden colour, and the shining black mane and tail. She was gorgeous, and she felt a slight surge of excitement run through her body as she was told this mare was hers. Despite the fact she hadn't ridden since the accident, just a couple days before they moved to the city, she felt a lot safer with this mare than she had with her own rather spooky horses. She still missed them, though.

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As they entered a bedroom, her eyes widened. Most of the trip there consisted of Ella thinking she'd be thrown into a small, barely lit bedroom and expected to live in that for however long she was there. But no, the room that she was assigned was actually..nice? Maybe nice was a stretch. She was used to everything being granite, marble, modern wood. And either white/grey. Not dark and certainly not wooden. Still, she wasnt complaining, and supposing it would be better if she said something nice, she decided to speak up.

"I uh..like it. Thankyou." She stutered slightly. Ella wasnt too used to giving compliments, it definitely was not her strong point. Still though, she had to try.