By midnight, I ran on fumes, caffeine, and the grace of God. When I finally called it quits, the fires were still well over a hundred miles from our southernmost pastures. If I didn't get some sleep, I'd be worthless in the morning. At the very least, we'd moved the herds from imminent danger and bought ourselves a little more time. People were doing all they could, but land and cattle were decimated a couple of counties over. The FAA had halted all firefighting planes for several hours this afternoon because drone cameras were in the way, and it wasn't safe to fly. Thankfully, the burn rate had slowed to under four miles per hour, but firefighters hadn't contained the progression.
I dragged my aching body to my truck, and I slowed onto the gravel road that exited the Adams' property. Cro
