She surveyed the fire as they climbed skyward alongside the steep ridges, looked at how it was moving along the hills.
Patsy pointed and Candace nodded, their first point of attack was obvious from this height—a few hundred meters from the north flank of the fire; keep it from going any wider here. Candace leaned forward between the seats to tell the pilot.
The other thing that Patsy could see was that she wasn’t going to be back in time for dinner, perhaps not for days.
She pulled out her cell phone, probably no reception once they hit the ground out here in the National Park, and certainly no time. She caught two bars off a tower somewhere and dialed Sam’s number.
Patsy had never had anyone to call before, when going to a fire. She’d simply go, for a day, a week, a month; it didn’t m
