Chapter 8
Macy sat at the bar in French Pete’s and did her best to ignore the ongoing silence from her portable radio. She’d already called the BLM post clerk at Ladd Airfield twice on her cell phone.
“Your boy doesn’t waste a whole lot of words on the air,” he’d told her. “But he thinks he’ll contain it sometime overnight without calling up any additional support. Hank Hammond says to trust him and I rang his boss down at Mount Hood Aviation. A Mark Henderson said that Tim is almost as good at reading a fire as their dedicated Fire Behavior Analyst. ‘Course I knew he was lying through his teeth, they’ve got the Fire Witch reading fires for them. Still, it’s high praise.”
And Macy had to accept it whether or not she wanted to. Without a call-up, no one was going to pay her expenses up t
