He shut down the pumps and began winding in the siphon as he headed back to the fire—on the pontoon. Crap!
At least he was getting the hang of doing two things at once. He could feel himself shaving precious seconds off the process with each pass. Yesterday Emily and Jeannie had outrun him by twenty percent for number of loads, and it had stumped him. Today he was running only about ten percent behind and he was starting to understand why. Yes, they were damned good, but so was he. What they had that he didn’t was practice in doing three things at once in the Firehawk.
But there was more cheering him up than achieving a higher drop-per-hour tally than yesterday.
For one thing, he’d seen how Denise had fine-tooth combed his helo and how personally she took the hose failure from yesterday
