In a remarkably short time, my plans for the new cabin had been approved and the debris from the fire scraped away, even the loads of charred materials at the site. The fire break, the downpour, and the fact the fire had been started under the deck had saved the forest around the area. The cabin had burned from the bottom up and was fairly well self-contained. The blaze had been extinguished in the heavy rain.
So with all the permits and local outrage from the Foothills gay and lesbian groups onboard, construction for the new cabin was expedited. The battle lines had been drawn.
“We’re going to the city today,” Max announced one morning. “Pack a bag.”
“Wait. I can’t just take off whenever I want,” I argued, grabbing my netbook. I was stunned to see the next three days blocked off my cal
