How much better it made him feel almost had him turning her frequency off again. A woman like her wasn’t for him, but hell, it didn’t hurt a guy to daydream.
The top of the ridge above them was now alight with backfire, burning low and slow, eating up the fuel and lighting up the heavily shadowed afternoon.
Jeannie watched the monster coming. They’d flown continuously since dawn to herd this fire. They’d cut off the south front, forcing it to a standstill where, unable to progress, it burned itself out of fuel and slowly died. So damn slowly.
The growing Santa Anas had solved the problem of the northern and eastern fronts. With the wind driving the fire southwest, it had been turned to reburn the Black. Now that the fire had to desperately clutch for fuel, not gobble it up as it went. C
