Chasing Fire

gear and stretching out with her head on her chute. She intended to sleep through the flight.
    “What’s it like?” Gull poked her with the toe of his boot.
    “Big.”
    “Really? I hear it’s cold and dark in the winter, too. Can that be true?”
    She let the vibration of the engines lull her as other jumpers settled in. “Plenty of daylight this time of year. It’s not the trees as much there to worry about on the jump. It’s the water. They’ve got a lot of it, and you don’t want to miss the spot and land in it. A lot of water, a lot of land, mountains. Not a lot of people, that’s an advantage.”
    She shifted, found a more comfortable position. “The Alaskan smoke jumpers know their stuff. It’s been dry up there this season, too, so they’re probably spread pretty thin, probably feeling that midseason fatigue.”
    She opened her eyes to look at him. “It’s beautiful. The snow that never melts off those huge peaks, the lakes and rivers, the glow of the midnight sun. They’ve also got mosquitoes the size of your fist and bears big as an armored truck. But in the fire, it’s pretty much the same. Kill the bitch; stay alive. Everybody comes back.”
    She closed her eyes. “Get some sleep. You’re going to need it.”
    She slept like a rock; woke stiff as a board. And grateful they put down at Fairbanks, giving the crew time to loosen up, fuel up, and the bosses time to cement a strategy.
    With nearly four hundred acres involved, and the wind kicking flareups, they’d need solid communication with the Alaskan team. She managed to scrounge up a cold soda, preserving the two in her bag, before they performed a last buddy check and loaded.
    “You’re right,” Gull said when they flew southwest out of Fairbanks. “It’s beautiful. Not far off midnight, either, local time, and bright as afternoon.”
    “Don’t get enchanted. You’ll lose focus. And she’ll eat you alive.”
    He had to change his angle to get his first glimpse of the fire, shift his balance as the plane hit turbulence and began to buck.
    “Just another maw of hell. I’m focused,” he added when she sent him a hard look.
    He saw the white peaks of the mountain through the billows of smoke. Denali, the sacred, with the wild to her north and east burning bright.
    He continued to study and absorb as she moved to the rear to confer with Yangtree, and with Cards, who worked as spotter. Others lined the windows now, looking down on what they’d come to fight.
    “We’re going to try for a clearing in some birch, east side. The Alaska crew used it for their jump spot. Cards is going to throw some streamers, see how they fly.”
    “Jesus, did you see that?” somebody asked.
    “Looks like a blowup,” Gull said.
    “It’s well west of the target jump spot. Everybody stay chilly,” she called out. “Settle in, settle down. Stay in your heads.”
    “Guard your reserves!” Cards pulled in the door.
    Gull watched the streamers fly, adjusted with the bank and bounce of the plane. The wind dragged the stench and haze of smoke inside, a small taste of what would come.
    Rowan got in the door, shot him a last grin. She propelled herself out, with Stovic seconds behind her.
    When it came his turn, he evened his breathing, listened to Cards tell him about the drag. He fixed the clearing in his head and, at the slap on his shoulder, flew.
    Gorgeous. He could think it while the wind whipped him. The staggering white peaks, the impossibly deep blue in glints and curls of water, the high green of summer, and all of it in sharp contrast with the wicked blacks, reds, oranges of the fire.
    His chute ballooned open, turning fall into glide, and he shot Gibbons, his jump partner, a thumbs-up.
    He caught some hard air that tried to push him south, and he fought it, pushing back through the smoke that rolled over him. It caught him again, gave him a good, hard tug. Again he saw that deep dreamy blue through the haze. And he thought no way, goddamn it, no way he’d end up hitting the water after Rowan had warned him.
    He bore down on the toggles, saw and accepted he’d miss the jump spot, adjusted again.
    He winged through the birch, cursing. He didn’t land in the water, but it was a near thing as his momentum on landing nearly sent him rolling into it anyway.
    Mildly annoyed, he gathered his chute as Rowan and Yangtree came running.
    “I thought for sure you’d be in the drink.”
    “Hit some bad air.”
    “Me too. I nearly got