Rollo snarled at him. Until he’d consumed his first sip of coffee, he wasn’t fit for human company. Josh helped him by tipping the thermos up to his lips. After a healthy dose of caffeine, he relaxed and looked around the collection of white canvas tents that made up the IC. “I smell the blood of a wildfire. Let me at it!”
Josh slung his arm over Rollo’s shoulder, even though he had to rise on his feet to do so. “Are you going to scare it into submission?”
“It’ll be scared once it gets a whiff of you, tell you that.” Rollo twitched his nose behind his big beard. All of them smelled pretty bad, since they’d been working nonstop without showering. They had access to the high school’s locker rooms, but the thought of the sheer number of filthy firefighters using those showers kept Josh away
