Tempe Crabtree, resident deputy for Bear Creek, a small mountain community in the southern Sierra, had been awakened by a call from the dispatcher. A child had been reported missing from the campground at Lake Dennison. By this time of year, after a rainless California summer, much of the reservoir's water had been used for irrigation. What was left was a dull pewter.

As she pulled a small notebook and pen from the breast pocket of her crisply creased khaki shirt, she noted the small crowd that had gathered--mostly senior citizens and fishermen. "When did you notice she was missing?"

The woman raked her fingers through straggly long brown hair. Dark smudges underlined hazel eyes. Despite the early morning chill, she wore a T-shirt that didn't cover her mid-section. A tanned expanse of goose-bumped skin was exposed. Her jeans were tight, faded and soiled, her feet bare. "My other kids told me." She waved her hand toward two children hovering behind a skinny blond man clad only in dirty Levis.

"What's your name?" Tempe asked. She noted the old Plymouth station wagon with rumpled sleeping bags in the back, parked beside a small, battered tent.

"Jan Leaphorn. That's my boyfriend, Andy. These are my other kids. Junior and Sarah."

Tempe studied the woman's features again, the last name making her wonder if she might be Native American. Being part Yanduchi herself, Tempe had recently become more aware of her own heritage. With her nearly black hair, her golden skin, and high cheekbones, Tempe was more obviously Indian than Jan Leaphorn. However, there was something about the familiar straight line of her nose, the slight up-tilt of her eyes that made Tempe sure the woman was also at least part Indian.

"Tell me about your missing child."

Jan's eyes filled with tears, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Vicky is only three. I can't imagine where ...." She began to cry.

The man stepped forward and put his arms around her. "It's okay, babe. She couldn't have gotten too far away." The woman sobbed against his bare chest. The children pressed themselves against their mother's legs.

"I know you're upset. But you must give me enough information so we have something to go on. What does Vicky look like?"

Jan wiped her eyes with her hands. The fingers were raw where the nails had been chewed to the quick. She took a deep breath before speaking. "She looks a lot like Sarah, just darker coloring." She smoothed the honey-brown hair of the little girl who clung to her. Big eyes stared fearfully at Tempe. "The kids were all sleeping in the tent."

"Who let you know Vicky was missing?"

The boy, who looked to be about seven, brushed a long strand of brown hair away from his dirty face and stepped forward. "Me. I woke up and Vicky wasn't in the tent. She wasn't anywhere outside either."

"How long ago was this?" Tempe asked. Jan shrugged and gazed at her boyfriend.

"Maybe a half hour. We been looking for her ourselves. But when she didn't turn up, and none of the other people around here saw her, we decided we better call for help." The skinny man tucked one hand into his Levi's pocket.

"Are you the children's father?"

"Uh ... no." His eyes didn't meet Tempe's, and he shifted his feet.

"What was your name again?" Tempe asked.

"I don't know what difference it makes but it's Andy, Andy Muldock. Why are you wasting your time asking all these questions? Why don't you start looking for Vicky?" Muldock stepped in front of Jan and her children, drawing himself up to his full height, a tad shorter than Tempe's own five-eight.

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance." One of the on-lookers stepped forward. Middle-aged, with steel-gray hair, mustache and full beard, he looked like one of Santa's younger siblings. Red suspenders held up neatly pressed blue pants. A blue plaid shirt was tucked over a round belly. "Renard Philipson. I'm camped just over there." He pointed to a small aluminum trailer with fishing poles propped against the open door. An older model truck with a camper shell was parked alongside.

"Have you seen the missing child?" Tempe asked.

"Not today, unfortunately," Philipson said. "However, I do know what she looks like. I'd like to help any way I can."

"Did you hear or see anything unusual during the night or this morning?" Tempe asked.

Philipson shook his head. His cheeks and lips were as rosy as if he'd rouged them. "I'm afraid not. But I'd be glad to help search for her. Surely she can't be very far away. She was just a little tyke."

An older woman clad in a cotton duster said, "We'll look for her too, as soon as we get dressed." Her husband, his striped pajama bottoms exposed beneath a white terry cloth robe, nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," Tempe said as a lake patrol truck pulled alongside her Blazer.

Tempe recognized the driver, though she couldn't remember his name. His fair hair bordered on being red, and his narrow face was a bright shade of pink. "What's going on, Deputy?" he asked.

"Missing three-year-old. Disappeared from the tent she was sleeping in some time during the night."

The ranger frowned. "I was just coming to tell these folks they've got to move on. They've been camping here for two weeks. That's the limit."

"I don't think this is quite the time to be enforcing that rule. Give them a chance to find their little girl first, okay?"

"Listen, Deputy. They been letting their kids run wild ever since they arrived. It's a wonder something hasn't happened to them before this." The ranger cast a disparaging expression at the family. "Besides, if we didn't enforce the two-week rule, the campground would be full of homeless people. There wouldn't be any room left for legitimate campers."

Tempe peered at his name tag. Gene Dunphy. Not the most compassionate of men. "Since you know what the child looks like, how about alerting everyone you see that she's missing?"

"Probably be faster if we just started dragging the lake," Ranger Dunphy muttered.

Fearful that the mother might have heard, Tempe glanced in her direction. Muldock had his arms around Jan, the children stared wide-eyed. Those that had gathered were already dispersing; Philipson seemed to be taking charge of the search. Plaid covered arms pointed in one direction and then the other.

"It may come to that if we can't locate her," Tempe said. "I'll see what I can do about bringing in some more manpower."

After lifting his nearly invisible eyebrows, the ranger drove off. Before returning to the family, Tempe used her radio to call the dispatcher, requesting help. More deputies were promised.

"So what are you going to do?" Muldock snarled, keeping his arm around Jan.

"Your fellow campers are beginning to look for her now. The ranger will put the word out to everyone he sees. And more deputies are being dispatched. They should be arriving in the next few minutes. I have to ask some more questions."

Muldock started to say something, but Jan put her hand on his arm. "It's okay, honey. The deputy is only doing her job."

"Were you in the tent with the children?" Tempe asked.

"No, Andy and I've been sleeping in the back of the wagon. But we always leave the gate open. I could hear Vicky if she cried out in the night." Tears welled in Jan's eyes again.

"I'd like to see the tent," Tempe said.

"What the hell good is that going to do?" Andy snarled, the veins in his neck visible, fists balled at his sides. "We already know Vicky ain't in there."

"Please, Andy." Jan placed a hand on his chest. "Of course you can look in the tent. I'm afraid it's a mess. Three little kids playing in there all the time, you know how it is."

The family's shoes were in a jumble outside the tent. A pair of large, worn sneakers that probably belonged to Andy were mixed with women's leather sandals. And three pairs of children's tennies in descending sizes.

Jan held the flap aside as Tempe poked her head in the opening. The strong scent of urine assailed Tempe's nostrils. The dark, small interior was a tangle of blankets, pillows, and toys. Three dark green trash sacks overflowed with children's clothing. The chaos made it impossible to tell if there might have been a struggle of any kind.

"Is this the way it usually looks?" Tempe asked.

Peering inside, Jan said, "Pretty much. As soon as I pick-up, the kids demolish everything."

Tempe straightened, automatically checking the barrette which held her long braid to the back of her head. While she had the woman away from her boyfriend, Tempe thought it might be a good time to ask something else she'd been wondering about. "Where is the children's father?"

"Junior and Sarah's dad was killed in an accident. Hit a cement wall while speeding. As for Vicky's, who knows. Off fighting fires, I suppose. That's all he cares about." Jan dropped the flap and stared across the campground toward the smooth surface of the lake. A pair of ducks skimmed their way just above the shore line.

The woman's comment made Tempe think about her own son. Blair, recently turned eighteen, also loved fire- fighting. He was a volunteer and had spent most of his summer at the fire station or fighting fires. A senior in high school, he was also taking fire science classes at the community college. Tempe had raised Blair alone, after her highway patrol husband was killed in the line of duty sixteen years before.

"And you have legal custody of Vicky?" Tempe asked.

Jan nodded.

"Does your ex have visitation rights?"

She nodded again, but tipped her head and frowned. "What're you getting at? You don't think Billy would've ... nah."

"We have to consider every possibility. What kind of relationship do you have with Billy?"

"None! What do you think? We haven't seen hide nor hair of him all summer. But that's not unusual. When the fire season starts, he's gone. But you know, you might have something. Billy tried to get custody right after we broke up."

"What happened?"

"He didn't get anywhere, what else? His grandmother would have to take care of Vicky when he was gone. She's nearly blind, can hardly take care of herself. Losing sure did make him mad, though."

"Mad enough that he might take matters into his own hands?"

"Well, yeah, I suppose. But I don't think he knows where we are." She hesitated a moment, tossing her lank hair behind her shoulder. "Not many people do."

"Surely you've told someone where you could be reached in case of an accident or something." Tempe knew many parents without legal custody stole their children.

"My aunt and uncle. They live on the reservation." The Bear Creek Indian reservation was tucked into a narrow valley about ten miles away from the lake.

"So it is possible that he could have asked them where you and Vicky were, right?"

"I guess. But it just doesn't sound like Billy."

With a deep crease between his small eyes, Andy approached. "What's going on now? When're you gonna start looking for the kid, Deputy?"

"She was just asking me about Billy," Jan said, linking her arm through his.

The crease deepened even more. "What about Billy?"

"Just wondering if he might have taken his little girl." Tempe watched Andy's reaction.

His eyes widened. A nerve in his cheek twitched. "That son-of-a-bitch better not have pulled anything like that."

"Don't get all up-tight, Andy," Jan soothed. "I don't think he did it. If he was back in town I'd have heard."

"We haven't even seen anyone for a week. I wouldn't put it past the sneaky bastard. When I get my hands on him, I'll wring his neck." A vein in Andy's temple bulged.

"Hush, Andy," Jan scolded sharply. Andy shrank back.

A white sheriff's sedan drove slowly down the road toward Tempe.

"It's about damn time," Andy muttered. "Now maybe you'll get a move on."

"I'd like for one of you to remain here at your campsite at all times," Tempe said.

Jan nodded. "I'm not going anywhere. I gotta feed these kids their breakfast. Poor Vicky. She must be starving. Please Deputy, hurry up and find her." She blinked her eyes and pressed her lips tightly, trying not to cry again.

"I'll do my best." Tempe would liked to have been more reassuring. but she had a bad feeling about the whereabouts of the missing child. Too many children disappeared without ever being heard from again.

It would have been simple for the three-year-old girl to leave thetent to go to the bathroom before anyone in the campground was awake. It was an easy walk to the water's edge, even for short chubby legs. Though the lake was low, the bottom was steep. Wading in even a little ways could have been disastrous for a toddler.

Perhaps Vicky's real father, Billy Leaphorn, had taken her. In that case, the result would be happier.

Tempe didn't want to consider another possibility -- that someone with darker motives had snatched the little girl from the tent. She hurried away from the family to explain the situation to her colleague.

Citizens, hearing the news about the missing child on CB's, local radio or TV news reports, joined the search teams already swelled by fire department volunteers and off-duty officers from other law enforcement agencies. As soon as school was out, Boy Scouts from Bear Creek and the bigger town of Dennison, arrived to help. Mr. Philipson seemed to have taken charge of all the civilians. Tempe had seen him sending groups of people off in different directions.

When it was nearly time for Tempe's regular shift to begin, she spotted an old blue-and-white Ford truck slowly circling the parking lot near the public beach and boat loading ramp. She grinned. It was her husband, Hutch. For convenience sake, when she married recently, she kept the Crabtree name everyone knew her by.

Tempe excused herself from a deputy who had been telling her which areas had been covered and what was left to be searched. She waved her arm to attract her husband's attention as she jogged toward him.

She reached him just as he climbed from the truck. He pulled his glasses off, tucked them into his pocket, and finger-combed his thick auburn hair. Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him on the mouth. "You haven't found the little girl yet." It was more a statement of fact than a question.

She shook her head. "It doesn't look too good. They've combed the campground and all along the lake front. People are looking in all the remote areas on this side. Nothing so far."

"How's the family doing?" Hutch asked, his gray eyes troubled.

Tempe shrugged. "As well as can be expected. It will be really upsetting to the mother when she realizes they're dragging the lake."

"Do you think it would help if I talked to them?" Hutch asked.

"I think anything might help at this point." Tempe laced her fingers through Hutch's as she walked with him toward the campground. Tempe filled him in on the family of the missing child, ending with, "The boyfriend is kind of edgy."

Jan sat with her legs crossed at the end of the picnic table, her head buried in her hands. Sarah played with a doll at the entrance of the tent, while Junior shot marbles in the dirt. The driver's door of the station wagon hung open. Andy slouched in the front seat behind the wheel, rock music blaring from the radio.

The only one who seemed to notice Tempe's and Hutch's approach was Junior. He stood and poked at his mother's bare foot. "Mom."

Jan raised her head. Her hair was more tangled than before, the circles beneath her reddened eyes darker, and worry deeply etched into her face. "Oh, Deputy. Have you found my baby?"

"No. I'm sorry," Tempe said.

The music ceased abruptly, and Andy burst out of the car, scowling.

"What's going on? Who's this guy?"

"I'm afraid I don't have any news. But I'd like you to meet my husband."

Before Tempe could introduce Hutch, Andy snapped, "What the hell is this anyway? Some kind of social visit?"

"Andy!" Jan stood and elbowed him sharply.

Ignoring Muldock's rudeness, Tempe said, "This is Joseph Hutchinson. Hutch is the pastor of Bear Creek Chapel. Jan Leaphorn and Andy Muldock. And these are Jan's children, Junior and Sarah."

" I'm sorry to be meeting you under such troubling circumstances." Hutch reached out to shake Jan's hand, and then Andy's. "Perhaps I can be of some help."

Ignoring Hutch's offered hand, Andy snarled, "What the hell do you think you can do better than your wife and all those people that are out there looking for the kid?"

"When nothing else seems to be working it's time to turn to God. Would you like to pray with me?"

"Oh, brother," Andy said, clapping his hand against his forehead.

"Yes, Pastor, I'd like that." Jan flashed a sharp look at her boyfriend. Though he didn't look happy, he kept his mouth shut.

"Let's bow our heads. Oh, dear heavenly Father, we ask that you would grant your mercy upon this family during this difficult time. And, if it be Thy will, we ask that you would be with those who are looking for Vicky, that you give them sharp vision enabling them to find her quickly and unharmed. Dear Lord, we also ask that you be with Vicky. Please, keep her safe and don't let her be frightened. In the name of your Son, we ask that this family be reunited. Amen." Hutch lifted his head, his sympathetic smile exposed the deep dimple in his cheek.

While they had their heads bowed, Sarah had crept beside her mother. "Did the tall giant get Vicky?" she asked.

"No, don't be silly," Jan said quickly.

"Wait a minute," Tempe said. "What does she mean?"

"It's nothing, really. Billy's grandma always told the kids that a tall giant as big as a mountain takes away kids who don't obey their parents. Foolish old woman. Always filling the kids' heads with wild tales like that." Jan collapsed back onto the picnic bench. Sarah crawled up beside her.

Tempe vaguely remembered hearing that same warning from her Yanduchi grandmother when she was a child. But something about the way the girl asked her question made Tempe wonder. "Sarah, did you see someone in your tent last night?"

She squeezed closer to her mother. "Uh ... I dunno."

"Something wrong with your hearing, Deputy? Jan told you that was just some stupid Indian fairy tale." Andy stood directly in front of his girlfriend and her daughter, with his arms crossed over his narrow, bare chest.

Tempe fought to keep her voice calm. "It's only good sense to pursue every possibility. Perhaps something Sarah saw triggered her memory of the story about the tall giant."

Jan was on her feet again. Stepping around Andy, she clutched Tempe's arm. "Oh, Deputy Crabtree, surely you don't think someone .... Oh, my God!"

She covered her mouth with her other hand and moaned.

"Damn it! Why don't you leave her alone? Seems to me it would make a hell of a lot more sense if you spent more time looking for Vicky instead of getting Jan all riled up again."

Hutch held up his hand. "That's not necessary, Mr. Muldock."

"Keep out of this, preacher," Andy snapped.

For the second time that day, Tempe found herself nearly nose-to-nose with Andy Muldock. She took a step backwards and started to say something, like why wasn't he out looking himself, just as the green patrol truck pulled up again.

"What now?" Andy grumbled as Ranger Dunphy stepped out of the vehicle.

His olive-green uniform had a large patch with a logo of a lake and trees on his left upper sleeve. That he'd spent part of his day involved in the search was evidenced by the fact that his uniform was soiled and the sun had darkened the pink of his face to a blotchy red.

Without looking in Tempe's direction, he walked straight to Andy. "Mr. Muldock, I'm afraid it's my duty to ...."

"Oh, my God ... no ...." Jan collapsed against Andy.

"You found the missing girl?" Tempe asked.

"No. That's not ...." Dunphy sputtered.

"Then what the hell do you want?" Andy snarled.

Dunphy's face turned from blotchy red to deep scarlet. "Your time in the campground is up. You can't stay another night."

"You've got to be kidding." Andy's angry expression revealed that he knew the ranger wasn't joking.

"Under the circumstances, surely you can overlook ...." Hutch began.

Without making eye contact with any of them, Dunphy said, "I'm sorry for your trouble, ma'am, but that's the rule. You'll have to pack up and move out."

"You gonna make us?" Andy puffed out his chest, balled his fists and tried his nose-to-nose threatening pose with the ranger.

Because Dunphy was over six feet, Andy looked silly and insignificant. Turning on his heel, the ranger said, "Yes, I will if I have to."

"Can't you do something, Deputy?" Jan wailed. "How can we leave? I need to be here when they find Vicky."

Tempe shook her head. "It's out of my jurisdiction, I'm afraid. It would be easier for all of you to wait at home."

"No, it wouldn't," Jan said.

"Give me your phone number and I promise I'll let you know the moment we have any news," Tempe said.

"We don't have a phone."

"A neighbor's number then."

Jan's voice was flat when she said, "We don't have neighbors. We don't have a home."

"Oh." Tempe exchanged glances with Hutch.

"We've been living here at the campground. Andy lost his job. We didn't have any money for the rent and the landlord kicked us out." Jan pressed her lips together, and her eyes again threatened to overflow their tears.

"Don't you have some place you can go? A relative's maybe?" Hutch asked.

Tempe hoped he wasn't considering inviting the family to their house; she didn't think she could put up with Andy for any length of time.

"Maybe my aunt would let us stay there for awhile. I don't know."

Andy began throwing the trash sacks crammed with their clothing out of the tent and into the back of the station wagon, muttering as he worked. Sarah cried.

"Certainly as soon as she hears the circumstances your aunt will be glad to offer you shelter," Hutch said.

"You don't know my aunt. I'm related to my uncle by blood, but my aunt is the one who makes all the decisions in their family. Their house isn't very big."

"If you'll give me the phone number, I'll call her. I'll explain what's going on," Hutch suggested. "Hearing the situation and need from an outsider might make the difference."

Jan nodded. "Maybe that will help. It might be harder for her to turn down a preacher. Her name is Katherine Davelos, she lives on the reservation."

Tempe grimaced. She knew Katherine because of a murder investigation she'd recently worked on. The woman hadn't shown much sympathy for anyone -- including her own daughter. She hoped Hutch's persuasive powers would win her over. Hutch took the number and headed for the public telephone at the store.

"Can I help you with anything?" Tempe asked.

"Why don't you just get the hell out of here." Andy said as he yanked tent stakes out of the ground.

Working hard at ignoring him, Tempe gripped Jan's bony shoulder. "If Katherine agrees to you staying with her, I promise I'll let you know the minute we have any news." With any luck the family would be on the road before Jan noticed the patrol boat out on the lake, moving slowly along the shore line.

Jan lifted the sobbing Sarah into her arms. "Okay."

Unable to think of anything else to say to comfort the woman, Tempe turned and headed toward the phone booth and Hutch.