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honey. My mama and daddy both died in a plane crash when I was ten years old.”
    Melissa drew a shuddering breath. “They did?”
    “Uh-huh. We were all flying home for my birthday. The plane had a bad accident. I was riding in the back seat.”
    The child paled. “Did you get hurt?”
    “My leg was broken. And I was very sad,” Stacy said simply. “When I got better, they sent me to live with some people who didn’t like me very much.”
    “What did you do?”
    Stacy wondered how to phrase her confession so it wouldn’t sound as if she were condoning running away from problems. “I was pretty dumb. I ran away and got lost.” She looked down to see what the child’s reaction was.
    Lifting an eyebrow, Missy pressed her lips into a pout. “I don’t believe you.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because that’s what I did, too. Grown-ups always make up stories like that to fool kids.”
    “Well, in my case, it’s all true,” Stacy told her.
    “The reason I started working with my dogs is because they sent a wonderful dog to find me whenI ran off and got lost in the mountains. When I grew up I decided I wanted to be able to help other lost people the same way.”
    Missy got up and faced her, arms folded across her chest. “No way.”
    “I can prove it,” Stacy countered. “Want to see my scar?”
    “Is it yucky?”
    “Not anymore.”
    “Okay.” Missy cocked her head and bent down as Stacy adjusted the hole in the knee of her jeans to reveal a faded scar on her lower thigh.
    “See? That’s where my leg was broken.”
    “Oooh! Does it hurt?”
    “No. But I’m glad I have it.”
    Subdued, the girl asked, “Why?”
    “Because I needed the scar to prove to you that I do understand how you feel about losing your daddy.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes, I do,” Stacy said with a smile. She knew Missy probably wasn’t the only person she’d be able to identify with, to help, because of her injury. But she trusted God to show her more of His marvelous plans as she went along. Right now, it was enough that she believed she’d been led to this particular child at this precise time. “And I’ll try to help you all I can, because that’s my job.” Her grin widened. “Besides, I like you. You’ve got spunk.”
    “What’s that?”
    Stacy got to her feet, dusted off her jeans, and stuffed the small bag of candy into her pocket. “It means you’re brave. You ask questions. You also have the brains to sort out the answers you get.” She tousled Missy’s hair. “Come on. Let’s go get the dogs their treats.”
    “I like ice cream. Got any?”
    Laughing, Stacy led the way into the yard while the dogs gathered to welcome their master and her diminutive visitor with wagging tails and excited wiggles. “We can look in the freezer and see. You’ll have to ask your uncle if you can have some, though.”
    “Oh, he always lets me have anything I want,” Missy said with obvious pride. “He likes me, too.”
     
    Stacy heard Graydon calling to Missy and answered for her. “We’re back here on the porch. The gate’s unlocked.”
    He came around the corner of the house, paused at the fence and eyed the barking horde. “You sure it’s okay?”
    “I’m positive. The dogs have been fed recently. Besides, they don’t like their dinner on the hoof.”
    “How comforting.”
    Stacy laughed at his sardonic expression.
    “What’s the matter? Don’t you trust me?”
    “Not a whole lot.” He opened the gate and stepped through.
    “Well, at least you’re honest about it.” Shewaved her licked-clean ice cream stick in the air. “Wanna join us?”
    “No, thanks. We have to be getting back.”
    Missy began to lean against her.
    “You can’t go yet,” Stacy said. “I promised Missy I’d put my dogs through their paces before you left. She wants to see how I train them.”
    “Maybe some other time.”
    She knew better than to argue with someone as stubborn as Graydon Payne so she tried a more roundabout approach.