BRAD O"B O"BALLIVAN"S TOUR BUS, it turned out, was equipped with solar panels, satellite TV, and high-speed internet service. It boasted two large bedrooms, a full bath and a kitchen with full-size appliances.
"Must have been tough," Steven joked as Brad showed him and Matt through the place, "having to rough it like this while you were on the road."
Outside, a couple of workers from Brad and Meg"s ranch were already hooking up the water supply and installing the secondary generator. That would serve as backup to the solar gear.
Brad grinned modestly, shrugged, slid his hands into the front pockets of his jeans in a way that was characteristic of him. "The band used it, mostly," he admitted. "I traveled by plane."
"Right," Steven said, amused. "More like a private jet, I think."
Brad shrugged again and looked away for a moment, the grin still tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Steven had never met a famous person before-not one from the entertainment world, anyway-and he was pleasantly surprised by this one. O"Ballivan was not only a down-to-earth guy, he was generous. He clearly loved his wife and kids more than he"d ever loved bright lights and ticket sales.
"I appreciate this," Steven said.
"Just being neighborly," Brad answered, his tone easy. No big deal, No big deal, was the unspoken part of the message. He turned, paused beside the door to scrawl a couple of numbers onto the small blackboard above the desk. "Let us know if you need anything," he said. was the unspoken part of the message. He turned, paused beside the door to scrawl a couple of numbers onto the small blackboard above the desk. "Let us know if you need anything," he said.
Steven nodded. "Thanks," he replied.
He stood in the doorway and watched as Meg and Brad drove away in their truck. Matt was so excited, he was practically bouncing off the walls.
"This is amazing, amazing," he marveled. "Can I have the room with the bunk beds?"
With a chuckle, Steven turned to look down at Matt. The kid"s face was joy-polished; his eyes glowed with excitement.
"Sure," Steven replied.
"Can we go back to town and get a dog now that we don"t have to live in a tent while our house gets fixed up?" The question itself was luminous, like the boy.
Steven felt like a heartless b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but he had to refuse. "Probably not a good idea, Tex," he said gently. "This bus is borrowed, remember? And it"s pretty darn fancy, too. A dog might do some damage, and that would not be cool."
Matt"s face worked as he processed Steven"s response. "Even if we were really, really really careful to pick a really, careful to pick a really, really really good dog?" good dog?"
"Good has nothing to do with it, Bud," Steven said, sitting down on the leather-upholstered bench that doubled as a couch so he"d be at eye level with the child. "Dogs are dogs. They do what they do, at least until they"ve been trained." has nothing to do with it, Bud," Steven said, sitting down on the leather-upholstered bench that doubled as a couch so he"d be at eye level with the child. "Dogs are dogs. They do what they do, at least until they"ve been trained."
Matt blinked. Behind that little forehead, with its faint sprinkling of freckles, the cogs were turning, big-time. He finally turned slightly and inclined his head toward the blackboard over the desk. "Maybe you could call Brad and Meg," he ventured reasonably. "You could ask them if they"d mind. If we had a dog, I mean."
"Tex-"
"I"d clean up any messes," Matt hastened to promise. He seemed to be holding his breath.
Steven sighed. Got out his cell phone. "You"re the one who wants to get the dog now instead of later," he said. "So you can do the asking."
Matt beamed, nodded. "Okay," he said, practically crowing the word.
Steven keyed in one of the numbers Brad had written on the board, the one with a C C beside it in parenthesis. When it started to ring, he handed the device to Matt. beside it in parenthesis. When it started to ring, he handed the device to Matt.
"h.e.l.lo?" he said, after a couple of moments. "It"s Matt Creed calling. Is this Mr. O"Ballivan?"
The timbre of the responding voice was male, though Steven couldn"t make out the words.
"My new dad says we can go to the animal shelter in town and adopt a dog if it"s all right with you," Matt chimed in next. Inwardly, Steven groaned. My new dad says... My new dad says...
The boy listened for a few more seconds, nodding rapidly. "If my dog makes any messes," he finished manfully, throwing his small shoulders back and raising his chin as he spoke, "I promise to clean them up."
Brad said something in response, after which Matt said thank you and then goodbye and finally snapped the phone shut, held it out to Steven with an air of there-you-go. there-you-go.
Steven accepted the phone, dropped it into his shirt pocket, and ran a hand through his hair. "Well?" he asked, though it was pretty obvious what Brad"s answer must have been.
"It"s okay to get a dog," Matt announced, all but jumping up and down with excitement by then. "Let"s go." He grabbed for Steven"s hand, tried to pull him to his feet. "Right now!"
Laughing, Steven stood up. Mussed up Matt"s hair again.
Someone rapped at the door just then, and Steven answered. The ranch hands Brad had sent over were standing outside, thumbs hooked into the waistbands of their jeans, sun-browned faces upturned beneath the brims of their hats.
"Electricity ought to be working," one of them said, without preamble. "Water, too."
"Mind flipping a switch and turning on a faucet to make sure?" the other one asked.
"No problem," Steven said. "Come on in."
He"d spent a lot of time on a ranch, so he wasn"t surprised to glance back and see they hadn"t moved.
Matt was already switching the light on and off.
The faucet in the kitchen sink snorted a blast of air, chortled out some brown water, then ran clear.
"All set," Steven said. "Thanks."
The ranch hands grinned and nodded, and then they got into their beat-up work truck and drove away, dust pluming behind them.
Steven locked up the bus. Matt scrambled into their old pickup and expertly fastened himself into his safety seat, but Steven still checked to make sure every snap was engaged, just the same.
A minute or so later, they were on the road, making a dust plume of their own.
Stone Creek"s animal shelter was a sight to behold, a two-story brick structure with Dr. Olivia O"Ballivan Quinn"s veterinary clinic occupying part of the first floor. The entrance to the shelter itself was at the other end of the building, so Steven and Matt headed that way.
The walls of the reception area were decorated with original paintings of dogs, cats and birds, of the whimsical, brightly colored variety, and there were plenty of comfortable chairs. A display of pet supplies occupied a corner, fronted with a handwritten sign saying all proceeds went toward the care of the four-legged residents.
There was no one behind the long, counter-type desk, but a young man in jeans and a lightweight sweatshirt crouched on the floor, a scruffy duffel bag beside him, ruffling the lopsided ears of a black-and-white sheepdog.
The girl Steven had seen at Melissa"s office that morning stood by, watching, and for some reason she blushed when her gaze connected with his.
"You could adopt him," the girl said, addressing her companion.
But the young man shook his head, straightened with a sigh. "Not without a job, Andrea," he said quietly. His hair was brown, a little long, his eyes a pale shade of amber, and full of sadness. "How would I pay for his food? And what if he gets sick and needs to go to the vet?"
"I"ve got a job," Andrea said. "I can help out with expenses for a while." got a job," Andrea said. "I can help out with expenses for a while."
"You work for Melissa," Matt piped up happily, smiling at Andrea.
Her smile faltered slightly, but it was friendly. She nodded, then turned back to her friend. "Byron-" she began.
But Byron silenced her with a shake of his head.
Just then, a chubby woman with frizzy brown hair came out of the back, greeting Steven and Matt with a cheerful h.e.l.lo and an I"ll-be-right-with-you before turning her attention to Byron and Andrea and the sheepdog.
"Well?" she asked hopefully. "Have we made a decision?"
Steven thought he detected a note of compa.s.sion in her tone.
Once again, Byron shook his head. "It just won"t work," he said. "Not right now."
The woman sighed. Her nametag read Becky, Becky, and she wore print scrubs in bright shades of pink and green and blue. "Your mom must be happy to have you back home," she said gently. and she wore print scrubs in bright shades of pink and green and blue. "Your mom must be happy to have you back home," she said gently.
By then, Matt was down on one knee, petting the sheepdog, and Byron watched with a sad smile.
"She doesn"t know I"m here yet," Byron answered, his gaze bouncing off Andrea once before landing on Becky. "I got off the bus to hitchhike the rest of the way, but then Andrea came along and picked me up just this side of Flagstaff. I needed to be around a dog to get myself centered, so we came here first."
Andrea winced slightly, as though Byron had inadvertently revealed some vital secret.
Byron looked at Steven briefly, then at Matt. "He"s a nice dog, isn"t he?" he asked, indicating the hopeful critter.
Matt nodded. "We"re here to get ourselves a dog," he told Byron. "We have a ranch. Right now, we live in a bus, but we"re going to have a house and a yard pretty soon."
Byron smiled, but there was still something forlorn about him. "Sounds like you"d be a good match for this fella, then."
"Don"t you want him?" Matt asked. He might have been only five years old, but he was perceptive. He"d picked up on the reluctance in Byron"s decision not to adopt this particular dog.
"He needs a home," Byron said. "Just now, I can"t give him one-not the right kind, anyway. So if you think he"s the dog for you, and your dad says it"s okay, you probably ought to take him home with you."
Andrea started to cry, silently. She turned away when she realized Steven was looking at her.
Becky, on the other hand, was still on the other subject. "You"d better let your mom know you"re home, Byron," she said in motherly tones. "Velda"s been looking forward to having you back in Stone Creek. She probably met the bus. And when there was no sign of you-"
Byron"s shoulders drooped slightly, and he sighed. Nodded. Turned to Andrea, who had stopped crying, though her eyes were red-rimmed and her lashes were spiky with moisture. "Give me a ride home?" he asked her.
"Sure," she said.
"We can always use volunteers around here, Byron," Becky added. "Folks to feed the animals, and play with them, and clean out kennels."
Byron smiled at her. "That would be good," he said. Then after pausing to pat the sheepdog on the head once, in regretful farewell, he followed Andrea out of the building without looking back.
"That poor kid," Becky said, and her eyes welled up as she stared after Byron and Andrea. Then she seemed to give herself an inward shake. Turning her smile on Steven and Matt, she said, "May I help you?"
"We"re here to adopt a dog," Steven answered, still vaguely unsettled by the sense of sorrow Byron and Andrea had left in their wake.
"Well," Becky said, with enthusiasm, gesturing toward the sheepdog, "as you can see, we have a prime candidate right here."
The dog"s name was Zeke, Steven and Matt soon learned, and he was about two years old, housebroken and, for the most part, well-behaved. His former owner, an older gentleman, had gone into a nursing home a few weeks ago, suffering from an advanced case of Alzheimer"s, and his daughter had brought Zeke to the shelter in hopes that he"d find a new home.
"Can we have him?" Matt asked, looking up at Steven. "Please?"
Steven was pretty taken with Zeke himself, but then, he"d never met a dog he didn"t like. He"d have adopted every critter in the shelter, if he had his way. "Wouldn"t you like to check out a few others before you decide?" he asked.
Matt wrapped both arms around Zeke"s neck and held on, shaking his head. "He"s the one," he said, with certainty. "Zeke"s the one."
Zeke obligingly licked the boy"s cheek.
Steven glanced at Becky, who was beaming with approval. Clearly, she agreed.
"Okay," Steven said, smiling.
He filled out the forms, paid the fees and bought a big sack of the recommended brand of kibble. Zeke came with a leash and a collar, left over from his former life.
He rode back to the ranch in the bed of the truck, since there was no room inside, but he seemed at home there, in the way of country dogs.
Matt sat half-turned in his car seat the whole way, keeping an eye on Zeke, who"d stuck his head through the sliding window at the back of the cab.
"I bet Zeke misses his person," the boy said.
Steven felt a pang at that, figuring there might be some transference going on. It was no trick to connect the dots: Matt missed his his people, too. people, too.
"Might be," Steven agreed carefully.
Matt had referred to him as "my new dad" that day, as he sometimes did. It was probably the only way he could think of to differentiate Steven from Zack. And the boy wanted desperately to remember his birth father.
He had slightly more difficulty recalling Jillie, since he"d been younger when his mother died.
"Do you miss anybody?" Matt asked. His voice was slight, like his frame, and a little breathless.
"Yeah," Steven said. "I miss your mom and dad. I miss my own mom, and my granddad, too."
"Do you miss Davis and Kim? And your cousins?"
Davis was Steven"s father, Kim his stepmother. They were alive and well, living on the Creed ranch in Colorado, though they"d turned the main house and much of the day-to-day responsibility over to Conner.
Brody, not being the responsible type, had left home years ago, and stayed gone.
"Yes," Steven answered. They went through this litany of the missing whenever the boy needed to do it. "I miss them a lot."
"But we can go visit Davis and Kim and Conner. And they can visit us," Matt said, as the sheepdog panted happily and drooled all over the gearshift. "My mommy and daddy are dead. dead."
Steven reached across to squeeze Matt"s shoulder lightly. As much as he might have wanted to-the kid wasn"t even old enough to go to school yet, after all, let alone understand death-he never dodged the subject just because it was difficult. If Matt brought up the topic, they talked it over. It was an unwritten rule: tell the truth and things will work out. Steven believed that.