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The dinner conversation around the picnic table stayed focused on the fire. As sunset progressed, a Coleman lantern was fired up at either end of the table. The plastic-coated map from the afternoon now sported many more notations, an expanded fire except on either flank of the northern leg, and several pizza-grease spots.
That north front was worrying. Their chances of stopping it from crossing and closing Highway 6 were decreasing hourly. At this point, it would be only two miles wide when it crossed, not the original five-mile swath it had threatened to cut. But it wouldn’t be good either way.
Steve had tried a couple of times to ask Kee what she’d seen, but after she ignored him the first time and Henderson cut him off the second, he shut up.
Damn it! It had been his drone they
