Chasing Fire

can stop worrying. The cops have Brakeman. I texted you they found his gun and were going to get him. And they got him.”
    “I want to see him. I want to look him in the eye when I ask him if he thinks hurting my daughter will bring his back. I want to ask him that before I bloody him.”
    “I appreciate the sentiment. I really do. But he didn’t hurt me, and he’s not going to hurt me. Look at that bunch.” She gestured toward the track. “I came out here for my run, and every one of them came out of their various holes.”
    “All for one,” he murmured. “I need to talk to your boyfriend.”
    “He’s not my . . . Dad, I’m not sixteen.”
    “Boyfriend’s the easiest term for me. Have you had breakfast?”
    “Not yet.”
    “Go on in, and I’ll sweet-talk Marg into feeding me with you—when I’m done talking to your boyfriend.”
    “Just use his name. That should be easy.”
    Lucas merely smiled, kissed her forehead. “I’ll be in in a minute.”
    He crossed over to Gull, slapped hands with Gibbons, gave Yangtree a pat on the back as the man bent over to catch his breath.
    “I want to talk to you a minute,” he said to Gull.
    “Sure.” Gull pushed to his feet. His eyebrows lifted when Lucas walked away from the group, but he followed.
    “I heard what you did for Rowan. You took care of her.”
    “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t say that to her.”
    “I know better, but I’m saying it to you. I’m saying I’m grateful. She’s the world to me. She’s the goddamn universe to me. If you ever need anything—”
    “Mr. Tripp—”
    “Lucas.”
    “Lucas, first, I figure mostly anyone would’ve done what I did, which wasn’t that big a deal. If Rowan’s instincts had kicked in first, she’d have knocked me down, and I’d’ve been under her. And second, I didn’t do it so you’d owe me a favor.”
    “You scraped a lot of bark off those arms.”
    “They’ll heal up, and they’re not keeping me off the jump list. So. No big.”
    Lucas nodded, looked off toward the trees. “Am I supposed to ask what your intentions are regarding my daughter?”
    “God, I hope not.”
    “Because to my way of thinking, if you were just in it for the fun, me saying I owed you wouldn’t put your back up. So I’m going to give you that favor whether you want it or not. And here it is.” He looked back into Gull’s eyes. “If you’re serious about her, don’t let her push you back. You’ll have to hold on until she believes you. She’s a hard sell, but once she believes, she sticks.
    “So.” Lucas held out a hand, shook Gull’s. “I’m going to go have breakfast with my girl. Are you coming?”
    “Yeah. Shortly,” Gull decided.
    He stood alone a moment, absorbing the fact that Iron Man Tripp had just given his blessing. And thinking over just what he wanted to do with it.
    He mulled it over, taking his time walking toward the cookhouse. The siren sounded just before he reached it. Cursing the missed chance of breakfast, Gull turned on his heel and ran for the ready room.

19
     
    A fter forty-eight hours battling a two-hundred-acre wildfire in the Beaverhead National Forest, getting shot at a few times added up to small change. Once she’d bolted down the last of a sandwich she’d ratted away, Rowan worked with her team, lighting fusees in a bitter attempt to kick the angry fire back before it rode west toward the national battlefield.
    The head changed direction three times in two days, snarling at the rain of retardant and spitting it out.
    The initial attack, a miserable failure, moved into a protracted, vicious extended one.
    “Gull, Matt, Libby, you’re on spots. Cards, Dobie, we’re going to move west, take down any snags. Dig and cut and smother. We stop her here.”
    Nobody spoke as they pushed, shoved, lashed the backfire east. The world was smoke and heat and noise with every inch forward a victory. About time, Rowan thought, about damn time their luck changed.
    The snag she cut fell with a crack. She positioned to slice it into smaller, less appetizing logs. They’d shovel and drag limbs and coals away from the green, into the black, into a bone pile.
    Starve her, Rowan thought. Just keep starving her.
    She straightened a moment to stretch her back.
    She saw it happen, so fast she couldn’t shout out much less leap forward. A knife-point of wood blew out of the cut Cards was carving and shot straight into his face.
    She dropped her saw, rushing toward him