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Show Go Love/208 27. My arrival back at camp coincides with the first whiff of smoke. We're surrounded by a million acres of national forest, blue water shimmering down in Flaming Gorge, when Renee gazes up at Mustang Ridge. "We should check that," she says. Just a puff, a smidgen, that's all I see. "JJh-huh, no way. Clouds. It's just a cloud." She sips her drink with eyes shut. "It's fire. I know it is." Fire's not something to fuck with in Utah monuments to dead hotshots are built at every turn in the road. "Fine. I'll go." Renee brushes the side of my face with her lips. She says, "Sorry," and "hurry back." Just like that, the moment when sparks fly. I huff up the cliff trail and shoulder our shovel for who knows why Then I hiked off through the snarl of paths toward the host's RV where already three cop cars block the road, lights aswirl. "Evacuate," a cop in dark glasses says. "Pack your stuff and leave " |
