15
Cade
“Thirty feet, thirty feet!” Cade yelled to the crew. The two newer recruits sweated profusely, eager to show off their strength and dedication. “Rodriguez, does that look thirty feet from the shed?”
The young man stood up and wiped his brow as he tried to calculate the firebreak from the shed.
“I guess?” he called.
“Twenty, at best,” Cade said. “Alright, let’s break. Grab some water and meet me back here.”
He was grateful to the captain for letting him lead and instruct firebreak training, but he was rusty. It had been a long time since he’d tried to herd together a crew that he didn’t know.
It didn’t help that this particular crew didn’t know who the hell he was.
Hell, some of them probably think I’m that guy who’s on payroll and doesn’t do jack s**t but talk to some shrin
