Chapter Thirty
Remy
I set my chainsaw down beside a log and tossed my leather gloves to the ground beside it. Beck glanced at me, running a hand through his shaggy dark curls with a sigh. “f**k, I’m tired.”
He was sitting on the ground, his legs stretched out in front of him, with a water bottle in one hand and a granola bar in the other.
“You and me both, and probably the rest of the crew along with us. This area isn’t easy to contain.”
We’d been called up to handle a small fire at the start, but stayed in the area to set a controlled burn. The idea was to knock out some of the danger areas and create firebreaks in preparation for summer. Even though we weren’t fighting an out-of-control fire, the weather was on our side, and some of the underbrush was damp from the remnants of winte
