There were times that night that Tim wished he’d called up more air support. The fire had dodged south before turning east once more. It would have been a good time to have another plane or chopper on site.
When the BLM clerk had informed him that the nearest asset was three hours out, Tim had declined. Three hours from now they’d have either beaten the beast or they would be in full retreat.
They had to drive the fire break another half mile out. A dozen villagers had arrived over the rough terrain on four-wheel ATVs. He got them shifting equipment and making sure his team was kept supplied with water, food, and fuel for their saws and pumps.
Three hours.
That’s about how fast Macy and her LongRanger could be here from Larch Creek. Right. That was probably the asset that the post cler
