Chapter 3
Daz lived through the next few days on pins and needles. Then, late in the fourth afternoon, as he drove back from a rather fruitless trip to Reserve to try to check out the newest Gila fire for himself, the call he’d been waiting for came through. He glanced at his phone and when he saw the caller ID data, he took the first available exit to pull off the interstate. This was too important to try to handle on the fly.
“Major Darby, hello. I hope you’ve got some good news for me.”
Darby’s voice came through in a weary near-growl. “Call it what you want. If you can be at the Grant County airport at the crack of dawn tomorrow, I’ll take you up with me. We’ve got a new fire south and west of the Burro Flats in the north Gila. It’s not real big yet; however, the forest service fina
