On her way back to the barn from the lower pump house, Ally noticed a growing cloud of dust on the road. Someone was burning rubber to get out here and she wondered who. Not that she would take the time to go find out. If they were that fired up to see her then they’d come find her.
She’d made it less than half way across the meadow when a familiar figure rushed toward her. What was James doing back already? His quick return and the way he ran toward her warned her something was wrong. She looked around desperate to figure out what it was, but nothing had changed since he’d left, other than the water pouring from the two inch pipe a few dozen yards away.
“The fire’s turned. It’s heading this way,” James blurted as soon as she was in hearing range. “I don’t know how fast it’s moving, but
