It was a good move, once she was over the shock of it. Soak down the tower so that no stray ember alighted and caught the place on fire.
Soaking down the tower.
That was definitely not a good sign. You didn’t do that unless the fire was close.
If she had to move, it was going to be fast. Her big pack would slow her down too much. She grabbed her fanny pack and shoved in a small medical kit along with spare batteries for her radio, and a water bottle. She pulled down her favorite family photo, parents and two hopelessly dense but terribly handsome older brothers gathered at Manuel and Graziella’s wedding. She kissed the photo for good luck, snapped a can of bear-repellent pepper spray onto the belt along with a foil fire shelter—because a firefighter is always prepared, even when she’s
