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Sullivan “Sully” Parker kept an anxious eye on the fire station all day. It wasn’t hard. His combined home and business were only two doors down and across the laughable excuse for a main street of Valle Vista, Colorado, a small agricultural and tourist haven community snuggled between two ridges of towering mountains. Once again he cursed the contrary nature of the region’s residents who had readily gone along with his effort to get rid of the former fire chief. Hell, the man was a liar, a thief and a drunkard! However, when it came to approving Sully’s appointment to the post, the powers that be had balked. So he had to continue to fix cars, pump gas, and operate the only tow truck within about fifty miles. And serve as a key volunteer firefighter on the side. Why the town council had