Country must be country wide! (Romance RP Open, accepting!)

[gliscom]

Eliza nodded and tapped her legs on the side of the horse lightly, knowing that it would go faster. That was the one thing she knew about riding horses, she had once been forced to learn about farm animals in 5th grade.

[~Horselover~]

When the horse started trotting jake looked at her. "Now start going up and down in the saddle with the beat of my voice. Go up on 1 and down on 2. 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2,"

[gliscom]

Eliza raised an eyebrow she didn't do what he told her when he counted, she just carried on walking around the paddock at her own pace. "Why do I have to do that? The horses make me move up and down when I trot anyways..." She said, looking back at him amused,

[~Horselover~]

"It makes you look more pleasant, Talented."

[gliscom]

Eliza nodded, now understanding "Oh, I would but its only us...And I already look 'pleasant' and 'talented'." She said with a laugh as she was only kidding.

[¿Brooke Dancer?]

(anyone open?)

[WildWhiskeyTales]

John Myer

John sighed then after a minute chuckled lightly, "What about you?" he listened for her response, "You could follow that advice too." he hoped she wouldn't take that wrong.

Cassandra looked at him. "Its not that easy." Cassandra replied going over to Comanchie and started brushing him. She looked at John with tears in her eyes.

[AngelTrouble]

(AHHHH! NOOOOO! I had replied, but it's not there! ;-; )

John Myer

John nodded as he walked around Comanchie and picked up his hat, brushing of the shavings from the stable floor. He placed the hat on his head, "Trust me, I know." he said before walking out of the stall and barn. He was giving her time to think about what he said. Down inside he was still forgiving himself, it would be a long process and going to the rodeo and watching or helping with bull riding would be the final step.

He walked into the house, washing his hands once more. He fixed his plate of cold breakfast, Scotty had left some for him. He would have to remember to thank him. Since noone was in the house, that he knew of, he left his hat on. Sitting down to the table, his legs seemed cramped under the table.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra watched him leave. She sighed and continued brushing Comanchie. She thought about that day eith her sister. That was unforgivable. She and her parents knew it.

[AngelTrouble]

John Myer

John finished his breakfast and washed his plate, setting it in the sink. He stood there a moment, the cattle were already brought out, the city folk were off doin their thing, Scotty was probably supervising, he sighed coming to the thought of the rodeo. He realized he needed to overcome all this, so he would go and help with a session.

He walked out onto the porch, lifting his hat off his head to run his hand through his hair. He could go mend some fences. Sure, that's what he'd do. They needed it real bad in some places. His lengthy strides to him quickly to the supply barn, throwing a roll of wire over his shoulder and picking up his gloves and pliers he headed toward the barn. Letting the supplies thud down on the floor he walked over to Giddalti's stall, taking the stallion out and letting him follow him back to the post. Lifting the heavy leather western saddle, he carefully laid it on Giddalti's smooth back. Then came the bridle, slipping the one ear piece over to the right side, gently pulling the metal bit into his mouth.

John stood straight for a moment, making sure the saddle was straight, then walked to the other side, easily tightening the girth. He walked over to the supplies, sticking the gloves in his pocket, shouldering the wire, and picking up the pliers. Then mounting somewhat easily he looked over toward Comanchie's stall. He couldn't see Cass, but it didn't mean she wasn't there. He took out his small notepad and pen, scrawling a simple note on a piece of paper, which he placed on Giddalti's stall door.... "Mendin Fences. -John" He wasn't sure if Cass would be the one to find the note so he didn't write Love, John. With that he headed out.