Chasing Fire
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She could run on the road, she considered, but she was on the jump list, first load. The clouds over the mountains confirmed the forecast from the morning briefing. Cumulus overtimus, she thought, knowing the buildup could hurl lightning. She’d likely jump fire today, and get plenty of that overtime.
Better to stay on base in case.
“Hey.” Gull caught up with her at a light jog. “We running?”
“I thought you had things to do.”
“I said I wanted coffee, maybe some calories. And that was mostly to give you time to talk to Marg and Lynn. A straight three miles?”
“I...” Behind him, she saw Matt, Cards and Trigger come out of the cookhouse and head in her direction. Her eyes narrowed. “Did Lynn go in and tell the dining hall I was heading to the track?”
“What do you think?”
Now Dobie, Stovic and Gibbons herded out.
“Did she call up the Marines while she was at it? I don’t need a bunch of bodyguards.”
“What you’ve got is people who care about you. Are you really going to carp about that?”
“No, but I don’t see why...” Yangtree, Libby and Janis headed out from the direction of the gym. “For Christ’s sake, in another minute the whole unit’s going to be out here.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Half of you aren’t even in running gear,” she called out.
Trigger, in jeans and boots, reached her first. “We don’t wear running gear on a fire.”
She considered him. “Nice save.”
“When you run, we all run,” Cards told her. “At least everybody who’s not on duty with something else. We voted on it.”
“I didn’t get a vote.” She jabbed a finger at Gull. “Did you get a vote?”
“I got to add mine to the unanimous results this morning, so your vote is moot.”
“Fine. Dandy. We run.”
She took off for the track, then geared up to a sprint the minute she hit its surface. Just to see who’d keep up, besides Gull, who matched her stride for stride. She heard the scramble and pounding of feet behind her, then the hoots and catcalls as Libby zipped up to pass.
“Have a heart, Ro,” she shouted. “We’ve got old men like Yangtree out here.”
“Who’re you calling old!” He kicked it up a notch, edged out of the pack on the turn.
“Gimps like Cards hobbling back there in his boots.”
Amused, Ro glanced over her shoulder to see Cards shoot up his middle finger. And Dobie begin to run backward to taunt him.
She cut her pace back a bit because he was hobbling just a little, then laughed herself nearly breathless when Gibbons jogged by with Janis riding on his shoulders pumping her arms in the air.
“Bunch of lunatics,” Rowan decided.
“Yeah. The best bunch of lunatics I know.” Gull’s grin widened as Southern puffed by with Dobie on board. “Want a ride?”
“I’ll spare you the buck and a half on your back. Show them how it’s done, Fast Feet. You know you wanna.”
He gave her a pat on the ass and took off like a bullet to a chorus of cheers, insults and whistles.
By the time she made her three, Gull was sprawled on the grass, braced on his elbows to watch the show. Highly entertained, she stood, hands on hips, doing the same. Until she saw her father drive up.
“It’s a good thing he didn’t get here sooner,” she commented, “or he’d have been out on the track, too.”
“I’m betting he can hold his own.”
“Yeah, he can.” She started toward him, trying for an easy smile. But the expression on his face told her easy wouldn’t work.
He grabbed her, pulled her hard against him.
“I’m okay. I told you I was A-OK.”
“I didn’t come to see for myself last night because you asked me not to, because you said you had to talk to the cops, and needed to get some sleep afterward.” He drew her back, took a long study of her face. “But I needed to see for myself.”
“Then you can stop worrying. The cops have Brakeman. I texted you they found his gun and were going to get him. And they got him.”
“I want to see him. I want to look him in the eye when I ask him if he thinks hurting my daughter will bring his back. I want to ask him that before I bloody him.”
“I appreciate the sentiment. I really do. But he didn’t hurt me, and he’s not going to hurt me. Look at that bunch.” She gestured toward the track. “I came out here for my run, and every one of them came out of their various holes.”
“All for one,” he murmured. “I need to talk to your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my... Dad, I’m not sixteen.”
“Boyfriend’s the easiest term for me. Have you had breakfast?”
“Not yet.”
“Go on in, and I’ll sweet-talk Marg into feeding me with you—when I’m done talking to your boyfriend.”
“Just use his name. That should be easy.”
Lucas merely smiled, kissed her forehead. “I’ll be in in a minute.”
He crossed over to Gull, slapped hands with Gibbons, gave Yangtree a pat on the back as the man bent over to catch his breath.
“I want to talk to you a minute,” he said to Gull.
“Sure.” Gull pushed to his feet. His eyebrows lifted when Lucas walked away from the group, but he followed.
“I heard what you did for Rowan. You took care of her.”
“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t say that to her.”
“I know better, but I’m saying it to you. I’m saying I’m grateful. She’s the world to me. She’s the goddamn universe to me. If you ever need anything—”
“Mr. Tripp—”
“Lucas.”
“Lucas, first, I figure mostly anyone would’ve done what I did, which wasn’t that big a deal. If Rowan’s instincts had kicked in first, she’d have knocked me down, and I’d’ve been under her. And second, I didn’t do it so you’d owe me a favor.”
“You scraped a lot of bark off those arms.”
“They’ll heal up, and they’re not keeping me off the jump list. So. No big.”
Lucas nodded, looked off toward the trees. “Am I supposed to ask what your intentions are regarding my daughter?”