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Cade
“Cade!”
He could hear his crew’s voices, desperate and choking, even as the fire roared in his ear. He knew instinctively that when the ground had given way beneath him, his ankle had fractured. But the adrenaline kept him going, kept him moving—moving toward his crew.
They sound like wild animals.
Even through the flames, he could see it in their eyes. It was the same look he’d seen in so many animals trapped in gulches as they waited to die.
The year he’d spent fighting wildfires had infused in him all the fears of the animals he’d watched die.
But these aren’t animals.
His crew’s voices pounded in his head and mixed with the rush of blood.
You’re such a f*****g i***t. What did it matter that you had less than a second to decide? Boxed in on either side, it had been a ju
