Chasing Fire

to kill her.”
    “The crew’s going to need rest. We’ll see how it goes. Check back in—if we don’t tie up before—around ten, let’s say.”
    “You’ll hear from me.”
    She caught up with her men, following the sound of saws as she had with Gibbons, found them sawing line through black spruce.
    They’d been actively fighting for nearly eighteen hours. She could see the exhaustion, the hollow eyes, slack jaws.
    She laid a hand on Libby’s arm, waited until the woman took out her earplugs. “Extended break. An hour. Nappie time. Pass it up the line.”
    “Praise Jesus.”
    “I’m going to recon toward the head, see what we have in store for us.”
    “Whatever it is, I’ll kick its ass, if I have my nappie time.”
    She signaled to Gull. “I’m going to recon the head. You could come with me, but you’d miss an hour’s downtime.”
    “I’d rather walk through the wilderness with my woman.”
    “Then let’s go.”
    They walked through the spruce while around them jumpers dumped their tools, dropped down on the ground or sprawled on rocks.
    “Gibbons had three defective chain saws—two dead spark plugs, one bad starter cord.”
    “I’d say that makes it officially sabotage.”
    “That’s unofficial until the review, but, yeah, that’s what it was.”
    “Cards was spotter. That puts him as loadmaster.”
    “Load being the operative word,” she reminded him. “He wouldn’t check every valve and spark plug. He just makes sure everything gets loaded on, and loaded right.”
    “Yeah, that’s true enough. Look, I like Cards. I don’t want to point fingers at anybody, but this kind of thing? It has to be one of us.”
    She didn’t want to hear it. “A lot of people could get to the equipment. Support staff, mechanics, pilots, cleaning crews. It’s not just who the hell—it’s why the hell.”
    “Another good point.”
    Because she felt shaky, she took out one of her precious Cokes for a shot of caffeine and sugar, and used it to make yet another energy bar more palatable.
    “We wouldn’t have been trapped,” she added. “We had time to take an escape route, get to a safe zone. If we hadn’t fixed the hoses and held that line, we’d have gotten out okay.”
    “But,” he prompted.
    “Yeah, but if the situation had been different, if we’d gotten in a fix and needed the hoses to get out, some of us could’ve been hurt, or worse.”
    “So the why could be one, wanting to screw around, cause trouble. Two, wanting to give fire an advantage. Or three, wanting somebody to get hurt or worse.”
    “I don’t like any of those options.” Each one of them made her sick. “But the way this summer’s been going, I’m afraid it might be three. L.B.’s ordering a full inspection of all equipment, right down to boot snaps.” She pulled off her gloves to rub her tired eyes.
    “I don’t want to waste the energy being pissed about it,” she told him, “not until we demob anyway. God, Gull. Look at her burn.”
    They stopped a moment, stood staring at the searing wall.
    She’d fought fire on more than one front before. She knew how.
    But she’d never fought two enemies in the same war.

26
     
    E lla studied Lucas across the pretty breakfast table she’d set up on the deck. She’d gone to a little trouble—crepes and shirred eggs on her best china, fat mixed berries in pretty glass bowls, mimosas in tall, crystal flutes, and one of her Nikko Blue hydrangeas sunk into a low, square glass vase for a centerpiece.
    She liked to go to the trouble now and again, and Lucas usually showed such appreciation. Even for cold cereal and a mug of black coffee, she thought, he always thanked her for the trouble.
    But this morning he said little, and only toyed with the food she’d so carefully prepared.
    She wondered if he was regretting taking the day off to be with her, to go poking around the Missoula Antique Mall. Her idea, she reminded herself, and really, did any man enjoy the prospect of spending the day shopping?
    “You know, it occurs to me you might like to do something else today. Lucas,” she said when he didn’t respond.
    “What?” His gaze lifted from his plate. “I’m sorry.”
    “If you could do anything, what would you want to do today?”
    “Honestly. I’d be up in Alaska with Rowan.”
    “You’re really worried about her.” She reached over for his hand. “I know you must worry every time, but this seems more. Is it more?”
    “I talked to L.B. while