A Creed in Stone Creek by Linda Lael Miller

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’BallivanQuinn’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.”
    “You work for Melissa,” Matt piped up happily, smiling at Andrea.
    Her smile faltered slightly, but it was friendly. Shenodded, 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 hello 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 compassion 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, 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