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“You stick with him until his own people arrive.” Stacy was landing them gently on the giant green shamrock that marked the rooftop helipad of the St. Patrick Hospital in downtown Missoula. Ty could see a medical team waiting nearby with a gurney.
“Her,” he managed to croak out.
“What’s that?”
“Never mind. I’ll stick.”
He’d winched the unconscious smokejumper aloft as Stacy had raced toward the hospital. With no spare room, he’d dragged the smokie into his lap. He’d left the winch cable attached to the smokie’s harness and wrapped his arms around both the harness and the jumpsuit for stability during the wild flight around the bucking fire winds.
That’s when he’d learned just how much of the person’s bulk was jumpsuit and how little of it was smokejumper.
A peek through the wire m
