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The line of pickups suddenly jinked over to the side of the road and parked on the gravel shoulder. Ty kept his in the line, even though he didn’t know what was going on. They were still thirty miles from Missoula. He nudged Drew and Amos awake.
“Something’s up.”
They blinked at him uncertainly.
“Ty, you’re with me,” Stacy grabbed his arm the second he stepped down from the truck and dragged him over to her helo. “Put this on.”
Ty held the Nomex fire shirt and pants she’d thrown at him for a long moment. He’d gotten to go aloft on small flights with Maggie when she was testing the results of some of her maintenance work. He’d loved that. Helicopters were so cool. He’d never gotten to take a real flight and definitely not to anywhere he’d need protective gear.
But at the pace everyo
