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Julie’s silence was deeper than usual and it spoke volumes.
“Yeah,” Natalie followed the direction of her twin’s gaze.
No question, the Falcone sisters were in it deep this time. They’d been sent out to scout this front of the fire for their interagency hotshot crew. The fire northeast of Placerville, California was a late season burn and likely to be one of the last fires of the year, but that didn’t make it any less ugly.
“Maybe…” Natalie nodded to the northern ridge.
The southern one had caught due to a wind shift not long after they’d crossed it—cutting them off from the rest of the crew. The main bulk of the fire was descending the rugged slopes from the east and would be here far too soon.
“Not so much,” she answered her own thought. Even at a dead run, they’d be hard pushed
