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forward and called his name. And he knew. He just knew.
    â€œWhere is she?” he gulped.
    â€œMrs. Sekibo is resting comfortably.”
    â€œI want to see her.”
    â€œOf course.”
    Following the doctor down the long, narrow white hallway, Korzan couldn’t help but think about his life. He’d moved Melanie to Africa to spread the word of God. Initially they’d chosen the Sudan as their missionary field because of his desire to witness to his extended family. After the fire, however, the mission board had moved them to South Africa. They’d been given no choice but to comply, or risk losing their funding altogether.
    Prayer followed. Questions arose. Did they want to continue on their current path?
    After consideration they’d both agreed that this change in venue didn’t bother them in the slightest. God was leading so no matter where they ended up it would be the place they were meant to be.
    Yet now South Africa had turned on them. The African people didn’t want them. They’d lost a home and now a child because of the cruelty. Standing tall and straightening his shoulders, Korzan made a decision. After Melanie was well, they would stand up to these people. He would stand up for what was right. He allowed things to go on because he’d been afraid. But not now. He was done. He would run no more.

Chapter Seven

    Present Day…
    If it wasn’t enough to make Rory move a twenty-foot tree, Father Thomas also wanted him to drive to the airport. Brother Matthew’s flight arrived today, and Rory was the only one available to pick him up.
    Rory parked the jeep and joined the flow of individuals. Outside the gate, he waited patiently, holding a welcome sign. Boards announced flight schedules and rattled as their times changed. A voice announced the arrival of Father Matthew’s flight, and he directed his attention forward.
    Rory frowned as Father Matthew rolled toward him.
    â€œGood evening,” he said, in a strong sure voice.
    â€œGood evening,” repeated Rory.
    â€œHave you waited long?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œGood. Now we must retrieve my luggage. They were supposed to stow it on the plane and bring it off when I left, but there was a mix up, and it was placed on the luggage truck. You don’t mind, do you?”
    Rory shrugged as he grasped the wheelchair handles and pushed Brother Matthew toward the luggage carousel.
    â€œSo you are the great war hero I’ve heard so much about.”
    â€œHumph.”
    â€œFather Thomas said you would say that.”
    Rory ignored the comment and weaved his way through the dense crowd. He said, “Father Matthew, if you’ll tell me which case is yours, I’ll get it.”
    â€œThat would be the old, beat-up, leather one. I take it on every trip.”
    Rory nodded and left him as he shoved through the crowd. Halfway in, he stumbled into an elderly man.
    He turned on Rory and drew his brows together. “Watch where you’re going.”
    â€œPardon,” said Rory, between gritted teeth.
    The man shook his head in disgust, and Rory restrained his rising temper. Balance regained, he continued.
    The mass of bodies produced a cornucopia of smells. Rank body odor, heavy musk, and the faint hint of roses.
    The familiar scent wafted over him, and he lifted his head. Ladies surrounded him. One sashayed toward the exit. Long brown hair flowed down her back.
    Whisking the bag from the carousel, Rory ran to Father Matthew. He grabbed the wheelchair and shoved.
    â€œWhew! I haven’t popped a wheelie in a while. Where’s the fire?”
    Rory remained silent as he navigated the chair to the waiting jeep. He deposited Father Matthew inside, while secretly looking for the mystery lady.
    A cab sped past and he caught a brief glimpse of the passenger.
    He leaned against the dusty jeep. The heated metal burned slightly and he moved back. Taking a deep breath, he climbed behind the