Forest could have guessed that Lex hadn’t ridden a horse before.<br/><br/>“You’ll figure it out,” he said in that relaxed way of his and was off, returning with a holster for the slim young man. Forest laughed at Lex’ words, a deep warm laugh. He watched as Lex started to figure out the horse. He crossed his arms and waited. The mare was patient as well, standing still as she’d been taught to do. Lex didn't seem timid like he might have imagined of a city boy climbing on a twelve hundred pound animal. Trusting of both him and the horse.<br/><br/>“No. Ain’t no shame in practice. You’ll get it. My sister called her Cori. Don’t remember what her full name was. My dad just called this one redhorse.” Forest walked back over to the stocky chestnut, grabbing a fistful of mane, placed his foot in the stirrup and swung a leg over. “Both neck rein but will also move off your leg if you want more speed.” Forest demonstrated with the reins fisted in one hand, spinning the horse in a slow circle as he shifted the reins the direction he wanted to go on. That was as much direction as Lex was going to get. The horse wasn’t dangerous and he didn’t need to be babysat.<br/><br/>“No better way to learn than miles in the saddle.” Forest smiled back at Lex as he walked off towards the gate. He got off to let his horse and Lex through before closing it up, waving to Wallis from the other side of the fence. Mounted back up and was pointing a direction for them. The horses were happy to walk slow, side by side, and Forest wasn’t in any real hurry.<br/><br/>“Place up by the mountains we used to go practice shooting at. Targets might still be there and maybe even some used casings we can pick up and refill with the press back home. The mountains throw the noise so we won’t draw any attention.” Forest paused, considering his words and if his opinion was necessary or not. “Don’t know why Mason ain’t ever taught you to shoot before.”