The days blurred together in cycles of work and passing out on one of the narrow cots set up in out of the way places at the small high school. James no longer knew or cared what day it was only that they finally had things under control enough that he got more than an eight hour break to inhale a meal and get what sleep he could grab before his ride took off back out to the line.
His first priority was sleep, he kicked his heavy boots off and sat on the edge of the cot he’d been assigned. It sat with five others in a small class room with no windows, letting the exhausted smoke jumpers sleep no matter what time of day it was. Not that it mattered to James. He’d been doing this long enough he’d learned to sleep whenever and wherever he could, no matter how much light there was in the room
