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the heel without problems and begun scratching a line up both flanks. But instead of feeling confident they would slay this dragon, unease slid through his gut. And he’d fought fires for too many years to ignore his instincts.

      Unsettled, he strode to the pile of equipment and set down his saw, then pulled his canteen from his personal-gear bag. He drank deeply, letting the warm water soothe his parched throat.

      “Hey, Cade.”

      His smokejumping bro, Trey Campbell, strolled over. They’d rookied the same year out of Missoula and jumped together ever since. And after Jordan had deserted him, they’d spent more nights than he could remember frequenting Montana’s bars.

      Trey rummaged in his own bag and pulled out his water. “Any word on this wind?” he asked.

      “No, but it feels like it’s picking up.” He frowned back at the fire. Heavy brush and snags littered the forest floor, fueling the surging flames. The erratic wind kicked up sparks and slopped spot fires over the line.

      He recapped his canteen, pulled out his radio and keyed the mike. “Dispatch, this is McKenzie.”

      His radio crackled. “Go ahead, McKenzie.”

      “Any idea what’s going on with this wind? It’s blowing the hell out of our line.”

      Voices murmured in the background. “We’ll call the district for an update,” the dispatcher said. “We’ll get right back to you on that.”

      “Thanks.” He stuffed the radio in the side pocket of his bag. “Do you mind taking over for awhile?” he asked Trey. “There’s a cabin by the rim of the canyon I need to check out, make sure there aren’t any people hanging around.” Like his ex-wife? His stomach tightened but he quickly discounted that thought. “They’re going to need a head start getting out of here if that wind shifts.”

      “That your old cabin by any chance?”

      “Yeah.” Which he’d surrendered to Jordan, along with any illusions he’d ever had about marriage. “After I swing by the cabin, I’ll recon the head again, too. When dispatch gets back with that wind report, we can decide where to build line tonight.”

      “Got it.” Trey’s teeth flashed white in his soot-streaked face. He shoved his canteen into his personal-gear bag, picked up his chain saw, and loped back toward the line.

      Cade took a final swallow of water, then stuffed his canteen in his own personal-gear bag. He moved a small notebook and compass to the side pocket with the radio, and secured the flap.

      A sudden blur in his peripheral vision caught his attention and he glanced up. A blazing snag pitched silently forward, and his heart stopped.

      A widow maker. A dead, burning tree that fell without warning, killing anyone in its path. And it was heading straight for their line.

      “Watch out,” he shouted. “A snag!”

      The men immediately scattered—except for one. His jump partner, the rookie. The kid looked up, then froze.

      Oh, hell. Cade lunged to his feet and sprinted forward. The tree toppled closer and his adrenaline surged. With a final burst of speed, he barreled into the rookie and knocked him out of the way.

      And was instantly slammed to the ground.

      His breath fled as a massive weight crushed his back. He struggled to lift his face from the dirt, but branches covered his head.

      He couldn’t see. He couldn’t breathe. Where was the rookie? He tried to shout, but couldn’t move his mouth.

      He shoved against the ground but the branches trapped him. Heat blazed up his back and his adrenaline rose. He pushed again, his efforts futile against the punishing weight.

      “Cade! Are you okay? Oh, God. Get him out!”

      “We need saws in here,” someone else yelled over the roar. “Hurry up!”

      Cade’s eyes burned. He choked down hot smoke and coughed. Heat crawled up his neck and he gasped for breath.

      Chain saws wailed and men shouted. The weight shifted slightly and the branches thrashed above him. Then suddenly, they were gone.

      He lifted his head and sucked in air. Work boots stood inches from his face, along with green Nomex pants.

      “Oh, man,” the rookie said, his voice trembling. “Are you okay?”

      “Don’t touch him.” Trey crouched beside him. “Speak to me, buddy.”

      “I’m fine,” Cade managed.

      “Are you sure?” the rookie asked. “Man, that was close.”

      “Damn close,” Trey said. “He’s lucky the trunk missed him. If he’d been one second slower…”

      But he’d escaped, and so had the rookie. “Thanks, guys.” He struggled to push himself upright. Pain knifed his shoulder and he hitched in a ragged breath.

      “Hold on. We’ll help you up,” Trey said.

      “I can do it.” He wasn’t injured, for God’s sake. He just needed to catch his breath. “Just get a line around that snag before it spreads the fire.”

      He forced himself to his knees. Nausea roiled through his belly, but he ignored it and stood.

      He waited until the ground steadied and the chain saws started up again. Then, his head down, his right shoulder throbbing, he staggered off the line. His pulse lurched. His skull hammered. Sweat and ash stung his eyes.

      The rookie stayed with him. “I still can’t believe how fast that fell. I didn’t even hear it coming.”

      Cade stopped near the pile of equipment. He inhaled, and pain seared straight to his ribs.

      “Man, do I owe you,” the rookie continued. “I can’t believe I froze like that.”

      “Forget it.”

      “No, really. If you hadn’t pushed me out of the way—”

      “We’d be peeling your skin off that stob,” Trey said from behind them. “Look, we’ll do the play-by-play later. Grab a Pulaski and help get that damned thing inside the line.”

      “Sure.” The rookie grabbed the ax-like Pulaski. “Thanks again, man. I owe you.” He turned and trotted off.

      Cade tipped back his head. Even that small movement made him grimace.

      “We’d better look at that shoulder,” Trey said.

      “I’m fine. I just need to catch my breath.” He bent to grab his canteen, then froze as his back and ribs pulsed.

      Angry now, he straightened. A wave of dizziness blurred his eyes.

      “Come on, Cade. You know the rules.”

      He knew the drill, all right. Safety first. Get an injured man off the mountain. Anyone who couldn’t outrun a fire endangered himself and the other jumpers.

      And he was far too professional to compromise his men.

      But he wasn’t seriously injured. His shoulder was probably just wrenched. And smokejumpers worked hurt all the time. Bad knees, sprained ankles…Chronic pain came with the job.

      Besides, he couldn’t leave the fire—his fire. Not until they had it under control.

      And those damn doctors. What if they took him off the jump list? Hell! He couldn’t stop jumping now, not with fires raging all over the west.

      Not ever. Dread rolled through his gut. “Just give me a minute,” he said. “I’ll shake it off.” He reached up to remove his hard hat. Pain flamed through his shoulder and he dropped his hand. He glanced at Trey and saw the doubt in his eyes.

      “We can’t wait,” Trey said. “If this wind picks up, they’ll

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