Chapter Twelve
Remy
Late that afternoon, I set the chainsaw down, pulling my leather gloves off and sinking down to sit on a fallen tree. Ward tossed me a bottle of water from where he sat a few feet away.
“Thanks, man,” I said with a nod before unscrewing the cap and almost completely draining the small bottle.
With it being spring, there weren’t many fires to deal with, not just yet. We’d flown out to a nearby area, which had been hit hard by spruce bark beetle kill over the last two decades. We were taking the time to do some burn prevention and hopefully minimize fires if they got started, creating several channels through the wilderness to serve as firebreaks. Once things dried out a little, but before it was too dry, we would do a controlled burn. In the meantime, we were camping
