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“Second,” Henderson continued, his voice dropping and alerting Steve that here was the real reason they were on the move with too little notice. He glanced out the door at the sun, down in half an hour. As far as Steve could tell they were arrowing back to base, and by the sound of it and the tilt of the helo’s nose, they weren’t cruising along as they had on the outbound journey.
“Who here can tell me what the Tillamook Burn is?” He felt Carly’s grip convulse in his. Her face, such a splendidly brilliant pink a moment before, was now ghost white.
A glance forward showed all of the locals in a similar state. TJ and Margaret had also clutched hands, and Chutes and Betsy looked grim. Akbar was leaning out the door as if he could see the couple hundred miles to the northwest.
Steve kne
