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Mallory Kerr dangled in the trees and debated between screaming and cursing. She had to choose soon, because otherwise she’d start crying—which wasn’t ever on her agenda. Not even when her wrist hurt like…well, wildfire.
“What are you doing up there?”
“Enjoying the view,” she snapped back over the radio. She finally spotted Krista standing in the dry-grass clearing wearing full smokejumper gear, wrestling her chute into a stuff sack. As she watched, the second stick of jump buddies—Evan and Akbar—floated into the clearing as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Okay, let me rephrase. Why aren’t you doing anything about it?” The tiny Krista far below didn’t even turn to look up—she just knew.
“The view is pretty,” Mallory told her partner, even if she hadn’t looked around at it
