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Chapter 7
“I think they will turn out.”
“Ya gotten any bad ones of us,” he asked.
“I haven’t taken any of you.”
“Why not?”
“You are celebrities and your management would never let me take pictures of you without signing something to give them at least some control over how they were used. I’m not going to do anything with them, but I’m also not comfortable with giving someone else the right to use them as they see fit.”
“Shoot! I hadn’t thought about that Katrina,” interjected Mama Wilson. “And I so wanted pictures of these handsome young men to show off at my next bridge game.”
Everyone laughed. Nick watched Kat shake her head as she laughed. She looked at the older woman with such affection. Kat caught him looking at her and smiled.
Kevin spoke up; “I have an idea. Why don’t we write up our own agreement right here?”
Kat laughed again “And say what? That I won’t use your pictures without your permission and you won’t use them without mine?”
“Sure! Why not,” inquired Howie.
“I think that’s a splendid idea,” added Mama Wilson.
Kevin asked, “Fellas, do we all agree? Good. Katrina do you agree?”
“OK with one more stipulation. That this agreement is between us and your management has no say in how these pictures are used.”
Brian looked at the others for a consensus then said, “Agreed.”
Kat ran into the house and came back with a pin and paper. She wrote out the agreement and they all signed. Mrs. Wilson and the director signed as witnesses, then filming resumed. Kat walked around the perimeter and took shots of the guys and the crew. She caught them goofing between takes and picking on the director. Things were going well so the director gave them a two-hour dinner break. Kevin and Brian met family for dinner in Harrodsburg and took AJ and Howie with them. Nick said he wanted to hang out there and play his Nintendo.
“Hey there,” Nick said as Kat walked out of the Wilson house. He had traded his video clothes for tear-aways and a Bulls t-shirt and was sitting at the picnic table.
“Hey there yourself. Isn’t some video game calling your name?”
“I guess. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to check on my horse and take Papa Wilson his Dakota. Wanna come?"
“OK,” he replied shyly.
They climbed into the Dakota and headed down the driveway taking the road to the breeding barn. They were quiet on the way over. Neither knew exactly how to start a conversation. They pulled off the road and drove back to a set of three barns, partially obscured by trees.
“Wow! The Wilson’s own all of this too,” asked Nick.
“Yep. All this land. The two barns on the left are where they keep the mares with foals and any horses that need to be watched. The barn on the right is where they keep the stallions.”
“Why is it bigger?”
“It’s divided into two sections. The main section is where they house the stallions and the smaller section is where they get to have their fun.”
“Oh,” replied Nick a slight blush coloring his cheeks.
Kat laughed, “Don’t worry I won’t take you in there.”
“Hey don’t laugh at me.”
“Aww Nick I’m sorry. You just look so cute with those pink cheeks. Now come on.”
Nick followed her inside thinking ‘She thinks I’m cute.’ They found Mr. Wilson. He said Raven and Oasis had a grand time and Raven was quite pleased with himself. Kat took Nick to the center barn to see Oasis. She then went to look at the Wilson’s new foal. She went into the stall and petted the mare. Soon the foal walked up and sniffed her. She let it get use to her. Reaching out she rubbed the foal’s neck and then hugged it. RJ Wilson joined Nick as he watched her.
RJ whispered, “That girls got the touch.”
“What do you mean?”
“She can walk out into a field of horses and within five minutes all the horses are around her. She doesn’t have to carry treats or whistle. She just calmly waits until she has their attention. She’s fearless with my stallions too. I’ve seen her walk into a stall with one of my most temperamental studs to get a kitten and come out untouched.”
“Cool.”
“So did you find any ghost last night?”
“I thought I did, but it wasn’t a ghost.”
“Who was it?”
“Her on Raven. She was in her night gown riding across the field.”
“Ah yes. Katrina and her father butt heads often. She said they had a go last night.” Mr. Wilson chuckled and continued; “I can just see her now. Stormin’ out of the house and being too stubborn to go back in to get her clothes.”
They changed the subject and talked about the farm. Papa Wilson noted how the young man’s eyes never left the girl in the stall as she talked and played with the foal. Saddling Raven, they led him outside. Kat handed the keys of the Dakota to Papa Wilson and hugged him. After mounting Raven, she extended a hand to Nick. He hesitated. She asked how else he expected to get back. He took her hand and she pulled him up behind her. RJ laughed as they rode off, because the young people looked uncomfortable being that close to one another. He had no doubts the two were smitten.
The morning passed. Kat went around taking pictures of the crew, but avoided photographing the boys. She didn’t have a release signed from them and knew their management would have a fit. Besides she found it just as interesting to photograph the people working behind the scenes. When the crew broke for lunch, Mrs. Wilson made Kat join her at the Boys’ table. Mrs. Wilson sat at the head of the rectangle picnic table. Nick on her right and Kat on her left. Kat was introduced to everyone. As they ate AJ, who was sitting on the other side of Kat, asked her about the shots she was getting.
