Wesley let out a pained breath as the man started trying to make his chest cave in, slipping behind Sawyer. "Yes, Ella. Well I want to kmow why you would ever-" Wesley paused and dug the dagger in a little deeper. "Try and harm her in any way, mentally or physically." He finished with a hiss, pinning the man up against a wall. He was going to get answers, and he was going to make this guy wish he never saw the light of day again. Wesley narrowed his eyes, placing the dagger on an especially painful spot on the throat.

The pain in Sawyer's throat was rising now, almost getting numb, and his voice became raspy as he spluttered out his words. "She damn near ruined my truck. Does she know how much it costs? No, she's a girl. A pathetic little one at that." He still managed to hiss the words out rather violently, though his throat was still on fire. He wiped the trickling blood from his chest and hurled himself backwards, throwing the man and himself against the wall. "I've always liked the look of her, the idea of her. A young rich girl, blinded by her daddys money. Oh what she could do for me." Sawyer forced a smile. He enjoyed taking the piss, though at this point he was very open to being killed.

As the dagger dug in a painful spot on his throat, his eyes widened and he spluttered again. "I'll tell you why. Just let me go" He said, his voice coming ans going.

Wesley didn't let anger overtake him, but boy was he angry. He let out a grunt as he got thrown against the wall, then aimed a kick at the back of the man's knees. When Sawyer spoke again Wesley ground his teeth together. "That is quite a sick thing, boy." He spat. "Don't you EVER do anything like you have been to her. If you'd like to know, her father sent her to a ranch with at least 30 cowboys on it that would kill your flipping, grumpy, nasty, putrid face ON SIGHT. If you do not leave Ella alone I will come find you and hunt you down. You will never see the light of day again. When I come for you, you will not see me. You will fall to the ground before you even hear the bang from the gun. I'm arning you, Sawyer, I am a sniper and a sniper never misses." Wesley snarled, taking out a hidden gun and slamming the butt of it into the man's head to knock Sawyer out. He then stalked back out the front door, meanwhile grabbing his cowboy hat and sauntering out. Wesley went back to West, hopped on, and rode home.

Sawyer hadn't had any time at all to speak back to this man, only being able to wince as the back of his knees were booted, causing him to sway a little. He grasped a hand to his bloody throat, wiping the trickling red liquid from his collarbone, before throwing every swear word under the sun to this man. Just as he was about to pipe up, a gun was slammed into the back of his head, and he had no time to protest at all, before everything went black.

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Ella had been waiting for nearly an hour now, and she was getting agitated. She had gone down to see Misty again, simply sitting with her in the stall, writhing her hands together anxiously. She was worried about Wesley, incredibly, but all she could do was check her phone to distract herself, d keep watching out for the sight of a man and his horse. After about half an hour, she resulted to brushing out Misty's taio, which did help her relax slightly.

Wesley rode all the way back to the ranch, only having about a million bad bruises from his visit. His back was bruised badly from being rammed into the wall, and his chest was bruised just about as badly from being pummeled mercilessly, but apart from that... he got away unscathed. Wesley glanced around and dismounted West, not seeing Ella. He led the horse into the barn and still didn't see her, then he heard breathing (that wasn't a horse) in Misty's stall. He placed West in the stallion's stall and untacked him. Now that was a little painful, because he had to lift with his back (a little) and the saddle rested against his chest. Wesley winced slightly, putting it on a rack sloppier than he normally would. He then moved onto brushing the horse. Wesley was a little sore in moving his arm from the bruises, so he brushed a little slowly and didn't flick as far. "He shouldn't be bothering you again, and if he does, you won't have to worry about him." Wesley announced quietly

Ella was incredibly startled by Wesley entering the barn, and seemingly scared Misty as she jumped. She smoothed down the mares neck and whispered an apology, before leaving the stall, setting the brush down as she locked the door. Her heart dropped slightly as she took sight of Wesley, who didn't seem to be in full health, at least not as he had been before. She walked up to him tentatively, running her tongue along her bottom lip out of nervous habit, and smiled weakly ashe spoke. "but are you okay?" She asked rather quietly, her mind thinking the worst. Sure, he seemed to be alive and moving. But what if Sawyer had really fucked him up? Hit his head? Hit his chest? He could have even been run down with Sawyers stupid large truck and act like everything was okay. As she gently pushed Misty's muzzle away from her hair, she turned back to look at the cowboy, worried. "and thank you" she whispered. She definitely meant it.

Wesley glanced over at Ella as she spoke, actually laughing at her expression. Which, was a terrible idea because laughing meant moving his lungs in a way that pushed on his bruised ribs badly, so it concluded in a wince and a grimace afterward. "I'm perfectly fine, don't look like I have my head chopped off or something. I do have to say, though, that man knows more swear words then I knew EXISTED." Wesley snorted, but he knew she wouldn't believe him about the first part. "Just a bruised chest and a bruised back, it's fine. It'll heal in a week, and I have had MUCH worse." He assured her, his mind wandering back to the scar on his cheek. Much worse. "You are very welcome, it was my pleasure." Wesley answered, sounding much more cheery.

Ella wasn't completely convinced he was okay, no matter how much he tried to express that with his sudden cheery tone. She shook her head as he winced after simply laughing, and looked down at her feet once he explained his injuries. "yeah he's got a somewhat strong punch." she said, feeling confused about how happy he seemed. "you know you never had to do that." Ella moved away from Misty who was now trying to bite her hair, and intertwined her fingers. "if he managed to get me again, id say thats my fault this time. for being too stupid talk to him at the car show in the first place" she forced a smile, though internally she was wincing. She knew she hadn't told him about the first encounter with Sawyer. But it wasnt that a big a deal, right?

Wesley nodded. "Eh, he's never felt mine." He snorted indignantly, finishing with brushing West and leaning up against the stallion instead to talk to Ella. "Well, for my own mental health, yes, I had to do it. I don't think that I could live if you told me that and I didn't do a darn thing about it." He confessed, patting West's neck and running his fingers through the horse's mane. "Wait- the car show? You've talked to him before?" Wesley sounded confused, turning to face Ella.

The sun seemed to be blazing on them as they stood conversing, and Ella shifted, feeling herself get quite warm. She only ever wore clothes with sleeves, a result of many scars on her arms, and in the city it wasnt a problem, it never seemed to get hot enough to be a problem. Here however, was a different story. She smiled at Wesleys first couple of comments, then seemingly froze slightly at his question. "i met him at a car show before the incident. he kept staring at me and stuff, but i assumed it was down to my dad being on the news. it wasn't, though. he just seemed to..know me." she said, waving a fly out of her face. "and i let him speak to me. i dont remember what i said, but it seemed tobe enough for him to know where i was" Ella added, staring at the concrete.