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The reports continued coming in. Slow at first, but ramping up when the smokies and then Henderson reached the site simultaneously. The ICA began radioing back observer reports.
“Heavy to severe. Fully active, surface and crown fire. Solid Type II.” Steve heard the return of the carefully measured humor he was learning to appreciate in the man. “Estimate five hundred acres. Class F by the time helos arrive,” he said the last like a tease.
“If you,” Beale ground out over the radio of their racing Firehawk, “are flying over a fire with our daughter, you’re a dead man.”
It was certainly a voice Steve would never want to be on the receiving end of, even if he wasn’t at fault.
Henderson was a brave man and responded in a light voice. “We’re at ten thousand feet and circling a mile to th
