Chapter 16
Tim was barely aware when Macy checked in.
She asked where he wanted a load of water and he directed her. The cascade of white foam that washed down over the edge of the fire was a wonderful surprise that garnered his full attention.
Water usually fell from a Bambi bucket in a blue-white shower that always seemed to cover far too little of the fire. Macy had obviously sprung for the foam attachment that injected a foaming agent into the water. Suddenly two hundred gallons of water acted like two thousand and splattered against the fire in a white shroud.
“That’s it, Mace. Work that line and work it hard.”
He watched for her next drop, just six minutes later. That meant she’d found a lake or river nearby to hover over and dip her bucket for a reload.
Tim had watched a thous
