The days blurred together. He was either on site somewhere, cutting trees and clearing a firebreak, on the truck either headed out to the site or back to the school for some sleep, usually eating whatever rations they had as quickly as he could get them down or in a deep, exhausted sleep while his body attempted to recover from the torture he was putting it through.
Still, the small woman so determined to stay and keep her little farm safe wasn’t far from his mind. He’d double checked the maps every day after getting up. The fire hadn’t turned and so far, her place was safe. He didn’t know if Sheriff O’Brian had gotten her out yet or not. Somehow, unless he’d resorted to arresting her, James didn’t think so. There had been a few times when James had been glad to see a property owner who r
