Jessica jumped off the porch of her mom’s trailer, pointing toward the Whitefish Mountains. “Fire! Oh my god. We’d better get out of here. Mom, go with Lolita and drive toward town. Now! Holy Crap! Look how fast that fire is moving.” She dashed toward the barn. “We’ve gotta go. Now! Move!”
“Where are you going?” her mom called after her.
“I can’t leave the horses. You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you in town. GO!” Coughing and squinting, Jessica made her way to the barn. Eyes stinging, she could barely see through the smoke.
Luckily, she knew the place by heart. She grabbed halters and a can of oats and then dashed toward the pasture. She couldn’t see the two horses, so she banged the metal loop on one of the halters against the oats can. She caught a whinny. “Mischief, Mayhem, come here b
