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To Maggie, the campfire felt empty that night with just the three women around it.
Amos and Drew had gone into Cave Junction. Two thousand people made it the biggest town for thirty miles in any direction. Two thousand people, four restaurants, and very few bars made the odds of running into them far too likely. Besides, as much as Maggie liked men, that whole scene was getting old really fast.
Over the first couple months of the fire season, she’d already tried out most of the local boys. Very few even made it past the first-drink test.
It was a simple test. Could they share one drink without some remark that was the moral equivalent of the Jimmy Buffet classic, Why don’t we get drunk and screw.
Even fewer had made it past the second-drink test: would her head hurt more if she fini
