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Chapter nine. Carly was still trying to recover from her encounter with the insufferable Pat Ryan when Elsa knocked on her door.






Carly was still trying to recover from her encounter with the insufferable Pat Ryan when Elsa knocked on her door.

" I thought I heard you, " Elsa said. " You've been banging."

" The photographer is a jerk, " she said.

" A jerk? "

" Yes. She probably voted for Bush. She cares nothing about this."

" I thought she volunteered."

" So did I."

Carly couldn't understand why she let the woman upset her so. It's not like she'd not met hundreds of others just like her. But the fact that she made her living taking pictures of wildlife without having an inkling as to the destruction around her was just something Carly could not comprehend.

" So, we're still looking for a photographer then? "

" No. She's going to do it. We don't have time or money to find someone else."

" Okay. But do you even know what kinds of pictures she takes? I mean, she might suck, " Elsa said.

" She's a wildlife photographer. Surely she can manage this."

" But still, we should check her out, " Elsa said, moving to Carly's computer.

" What are you doing? "

" Maybe she's got a website, " Elsa said and she was already doing a search when Carly looked over her shoulder.

" Pat Ryan Photography. Port Aransas."

Elsa clicked on the link and Pat Ryan's blue eyes appeared on the screen, staring right at Carly.

" Dios, " Elsa murmured. " She's a goddess."

Carly had to admit that she was quite attractive. It was only when she opened her mouth that she became insufferable.

" Check out the pictures, Elsa, " Carly said lightly, pointing to a link.

Then they both laughed as a startled Great Blue Heron appeared before them, snake and all.

" She took that? " Elsa asked. " I've seen that photo several times. In fact, I think I have a coffee mug with it on it."

Other photos lined the page and Carly's eyes were drawn to a doe and fawn, hiding in the trees in the early morning. The doe's head was turned, across the fawn's back, looking right at the camera, the big, brown eyes full of trust as if knowing the photographer would not harm her baby.

" Great shot of the Whooping Crane, " Elsa said, pointing to one where the sunrise engulfed the beautiful white bird.

Carly stood up and nodded. Pat Ryan certainly had talent, that much was evident. She should be happy to have her working on this project. She looked again at the photos, all so carefully constructed, as if she'd set a stage for the wildlife she'd shot. If she didn't know better, she'd say that all the photos were made with love of the animals and the nature surrounding them. Not by some woman who barely gave notice to the destruction of the very things she took photos of.

" Well, I suppose I'll have to tolerate her views. You're right. She's good. We can't very well turn down talent like this. Maybe just having her name on this project will help with donations. She's obviously successful." She didn't add that she, too, had a coffee mug with the heron's face embellished on the side.

" Come on. Let's go out to the site and I'll show you around. Time to get to work."


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