James looked around the farm he’d been assigned to. He was here to enforce a mandatory evacuation. Sheriff O’Brian had told him this was a small hippy-dippy sheep farm where they made new age cheese and soaps. James had assumed it would be a fairly easy job, come out and convince the city girl who’d ran the place how dangerous things were getting and get her to load up and leave. The job was proving to be more difficult than he’d anticipated. And the woman, a Miss Allison Keeting according to the paperwork he was given, was both stubborn and smarter than he’d given her credit for.
He looked around the small ranch and found that she’d already taken many steps his unit would have when trying to protect her property. It would make their job easier should the fire make it this far.
James had
