The next morning, Josh rolled out of his tent when it was still dark. Sean and Rollo were yawning and stretching in the dim pre-dawn light. The other guys were all still sleeping, though in about ten minutes the whole makeshift tent city would be buzzing like a beehive. “Coffee?” Sean asked.
Josh nodded and fell into step next to them as they all headed for the catering trucks. The generators were already up and running, lights from the long trailer-trucks penetrating through the smoky air. “What’s the word?” Josh asked Sean. “Any big changes overnight?”
“The East flank’s almost knocked down. Wind shifted south a bit, but it’s died down so they’re back to dumping slurry today.”
Josh nodded at that. Slurry was a fire retardant that was generally dyed either red or pink, for visibility, b
