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Chapter 4
Betty Wilson laughed, “You are just sunshine in the morning.”
“Hey Mama Wilson. Sorry about that,” smiled Kat stretching. The Wilson’s had one child, but he had died in Vietnam. So when the Morgans bought the place next door four-year’s prior, the couple had adopted them.
“No problem Missy. Now get that hind end of yours out of bed. I am in need of your photography services today. Get your cameras and get over here pronto. Bring Raven, we’ll let him have fun with one of the mares while you are here.”
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t have time to tell you. My house is overrun. I will explain when you get here,” Mrs. Wilson said before hanging up.
Sighing, Katrina got up and walked out on her balcony. It was 9 am, but it was already probably in the mid-sixties. Inside she opened her closet, finding jeans shorts and a white man’s cotton dress shirt she stepped over to her dresser. She pulled out a white cotton bra and panty set and wife-beater.
She had showered the night before so she was dressed and out the door in 10 minutes, leaving a note in the kitchen. She saddled Raven, tying the camera bag across the back of the saddle. Hoisting herself in to the saddle she secured a baseball cap in her back pocket. She loved the wind in her hair. She allowed Raven to gallop to the Wilson’s.
“Give me OJ,” mutter Nick.
“Remember no grumbling,” stated Brian.
Nick scowled at him, but said, “I know.”
He took a big gulp of the OJ he helped himself to from the craft services table. He was checking the selections when Brian dropped the bagel he was holding.
“Good motor skills Fri…”
Nick stopped when he saw the look on Brian’s face. He took a sip of OJ as he turned to see what had spooked Brian. He choked on his juice when he saw his ghost rider. She pulled up beside Mrs. Wilson and dismounted. He was coughing and sputtering. He and Brian jumped when Kevin walked up behind them and hit Nick on the back.
“Little Bro you ok? What’s with you two? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Brian replied, “Well at least now we know she’s not a ghost.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. Thanks Kevin. OJ down the wrong way is a killer,” interrupted Nick.
“No problem. You two hurry up, we are starting in 20 minutes and Nick you still need makeup.”
“Man!”
“Nick,” chided Brian.
Nick made a face, then grabbing a muffin he went to the makeup trailer. Before heading inside he looked at his ghost rider again.
“Howdy Mama Wilson.”
“Hey there Sugar,” greeted the older woman. “Well for a grumpy head you sure got over here in a hurry.”
“You said to,” returned Kat. “So tell me what’s going on?”
“A music video,” Betty Wilson said triumphantly.
“You finally got Papa Wilson to agree.”
“Yep, but he’s fit to be tied. That’s why I suggested you bring Raven. You know he’s wanted to breed him to Oasis. So I thought this the perfect time.”
“Yeah the perfect time to get him to the breeding barn on the other side of the property.”
“Of course dear, I haven’t been married to the man for 52 years without learning how to handle him.”
“Woman are you talking about handling me?”
The two women turned around to see RJ Wilson closing the distance between the house and them. He was a big man in stature and character. He was gentle with people and animals. He’s white hair was hidden under his ever present Kentucky Wildcat hat.
“No dear the director. I will handle him if he messes up my rose garden.”
“You see that you do woman. Miss Katrina you are getting prettier ever time I see you. How goes the fight for independence?”
“Slow. We had a round last night.”
“Well you stand your ground! Your talent shouldn’t be squandered,” said the older man as he ruffled her hair.
“I’ll try not too. Now here is Raven. I understand there is a pretty little Palomino waiting for him,” she responded taking her camera bag off Raven’s back.
“Yes there is. I will see you two later,” he said as he mounted Raven. RJ had been the one who helped Katrina train Raven and the horse trusted him almost as much as Katrina. “One last thing…Kat you make sure she doesn’t try to adopt those Backstreet Boys. You know how she is about handsome men like myself.”
His wife laughed, “You better get out of here before I bind and gag you forcing you to sit here and watch everything.”
With a hearty laugh Mr. Wilson rode off on Raven. Katrina didn’t even notice he was gone. Panic had set in when she realized the Backstreet Boys were there. That was Nick Carter in the cemetery and he had seen her…her thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Wilson.
“Katrina Renee Morgan!”
“Huh?”
“What is wrong with you?”
“What? Um…nothing. Why?”
“You're as pale as a ghost and didn’t hear a word I said.”
“I’m sorry I was just thinking. So what do you want me to shoot today?”
“Anything and everything. You have a way of capturing people that is uncanny.”
A trailer door swung open. Katrina watched as Nick stepped out of the trailer. He stretched and looked around. He froze mid-stretch when he saw her. She was looking at him. She was pale, but then her cheeks colored and she turned away.
“OK. Then I will just wander around and see what I find,” she said as she put her baseball cap on, pulling her long hair through the back and grabbed her bag.
“Sounds good to me,” said Mrs. Wilson. The exchange of looks between the two young people was not lost on her. She knew there was a story. Eventually she would find out that story.
“If I know you, did I ever tell you I’m not a morning person,” groused Katrina into the phone.
