，，keysinhand，.
“Cheyenne！”Icalledout.“No！Getbackhere！”，caughtuptothefronttires，andwasflippedintheairbeforelandingwithathudonthesideoftheroad.
Luckily，’sside，willinghertokeepbreathingasthevetputherontheexaminingtable.
“Thefrontlegappearstobetheworstofherinjuries，”hesaid，pinchingbetweenhertoeswithasilverclamp.“Thenerveshavebeendamagedandshedoesn’thaveanyfeeling.I’mafraidwe’llhavetoamputate.”
ThedayofCheyenne’，Cheyennelaypantingandblinkingsleepyeyes，’stailgiveafaintwag.
，Ikepttryingtopictureherassheusedtobe：running，playing，，，，thenlifejustshattered，leavingyouinaworldofpain.
’dkeepwatch，trytocomforther，’ddoze，，we’，butnothingwasmoreimportantthanCheyennecomingbacktous—evenifshewouldneverbethesameagain.
’.“You’reasurvivor，”Iwhisperedinherear.“Weneedyou，，soplease…don’.”
AsIsaidthesethingstoher，，thepainsodeepthatIwantedtocurlupanddie;Ididn’’tthechildrendependingonme，tooDidn’tIhavetofightandgetthroughthisTearsrandownmycheeksasIlaymyfaceagainstCheyenne’.
“I’llmakeadealwithyou，girl，”Isaid.“Ifyoufightandgetthroughthis，I’llfightmywayback，’lllearnhowtowalkonourowntogether.”
Fromthatdayon，，daringtotakeherfirststeps，，onestepatatime，CheyenneandIweremakingittogether.
“Look，mom！She’sdoingit！Cheyenne’swalkingonherown！”，itseemedasifshedidn’tmissitmuchatall.
Maryclappedhappily.“Justlikeheroldself！”
Ithoughtaboutthatamomentandhadtodisagree.“Actually，sweetheart，IthinkCheyenne’’llbestrongerbecauseshe’…betterthanever.”
Inthatinstant，，onepreciousstepatatime.
