The Rebellious Ones

Woman of Conversation

Her lips part in a gasp of shock at the presence of the two men. One was instantly recognized as the man who had visited her a few days before. He stood in a plain button-up shirt with tuffs of dark red hair sticking out of a boater hat, and his legs covered in simple slacks. There was another man who stood around the same height. This man had hair as dark as night, Large dark sunglasses covering his eyes and a handkerchief covering his mouth as he lets out several coughs.

Forcing the horse to heads towards them, Cora speaks to them, "What brings you, gentlemen, out to the middle of nowhere?" The smile still dawns her face has her heart starts to stable itself.

Tipping his hat, the man with the facial prosthetic replies, "My Don wanted to get some photos to use as inspiration for his painting. He is the one who wanted you as the baker for the party's deserts." He motions to the still man next to him. The wind moves the long bits of his hair poking out from the straw hat.

"Oh my! So you're the one that's wanting to hire me?" Cora swings her leg and starts to get down. The strange man makes quick hand motions trying to stop her in the middle of her dismount. Seeing his movements, Cora stops one foot still in the stirrups and her hands on the saddle. Pulling out a pancake looking camera, the black-haired man takes a quick snap of a photo.

"Ah, Miss. McQuaid, my boss, must have found inspiration in you. Do you mind?"

A little doubtful from what just occurred, "No, and was that a camera?"

"Yes, Miss, It's my boss's favorite toy. Would you mind taking several more." Remounting on the horse, she smiles.

"It will cost you if you want more photos." The black-haired man lets out a chuckle as he brings the camera back up another click is heard before the black-haired man leans to the redhead whispering to him.

The next 15 minutes were filled with Cora posing for several more photos. It was freeing moment the sounds of the birds, and a soft clock from the camera filled the field. There was a peace that hadn't been with her in such a long time.
The summer sun hit her head, lighting it up like a halo. Gold that was worth more than any wealth. The warm wind moved her hair in a motion that made her look majestic. The plain old clothes showed a genuinely natural beauty. The button-up droops loose but still draped over her feminine features, the opening to the shirt revealing the top of her cleavage. The pants were ratty but hugged her hips and outlined her thin legs.

After the photos on the horse, she stood next to the draft horse that dwarfed her. The men were enchanted by how breathlessly she moved into perfect poses.

The last click happened when Cora looked over her shoulder at the dark-haired man. A soft smile dawned her painted lips. Her sharp blue eyes pierced his hidden ones. A loud cough occurs from the red head-snapping Cora back into reality.

On the wind, Cora swore, she heard a thick Italian accent whisper, "Leonass."

Gracefully dismounting off the stallion, she lands in the tall grass next to Otto who's head peeked over the tall grass.

The mysterious man would make hand motions, Cora moving her body to each one. A fluid connection formed between the two. A blush began to form on Cora's cheeks; the world seemed to disappear as it became just them. The world grew silent and still, almost deafeningly so. A thousand bombs could be going off, but that wouldn't have mattered as she posed for him.

"Miss McQuaid, I think those photos are plenty. Thank you," our red-headed third wheeler states. The world quickly coming back into focus as the sound returns full blast

The blush on her cheeks turns to that of a red rose, and she nods. In a swift motion, she is back on the horse. The mysterious man is still standing silent and stiffly now.