Matthew Teague (thanks, Mark): Wildland fire chief Darrell Willis tore along the highway and turned on his truck's headlights to cut the smoke. Ash and embers rained down around him.
Over the past two days, a small mountain fire had come to life, a monstrous life. He'd just learned that his team of crack firefighters had deployed their emergency shelters, thin blankets of aluminum and silica they carried as a last refuge.
Now he was careening toward the south end of the fire, down where they were. He grabbed his cellphone and called his wife. "Pray with me," he told her.
He saw two shapes on the closed highway and stomped on his brakes. As if summoned from a dream, two horses emerged from the…
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