Evan cruised down the slope. At first he was glad of the chance to stretch out his legs after the first two hours of bent-over work.
He stopped only twice to shovel more soil over small flareups. The line was holding clean. He’d have made it wider, but Krista had called it dead on. She’d read the tail of the fire at some level he couldn’t see, understood what it could and couldn’t do with a master tactician’s expertise.
Nick the Greek and Ant-man were working a pair of one-and-a-half inch hose lines along the tail. They had it doused hard and were now working up both sides at once.
“You guys going back to hotshotting?” Normally an Interagency Hotshot Crew would be here by now to do the lower-end handwork.
“Mount Hood Aviation is a full service firefighting outfit,” Nick announced. Then
