Chapter 7

With steadier movements, Sully jerked the mask of his face. “I’m good,” he rasped. “Save it for her. She don’t look good at all.”

He stood steadily enough and reached to turn off the connection for the hose to the mask he’d removed. Then he wheeled around to start toward the main truck, which still pumped out water. At the same instant, a sudden crash shook them. Sparks flew as the barn folded in on itself. For a short time the fire leaped. However soon it subsided, much of its fuel clearly gone, while the rest of the ruined building was now saturated and cooling.

“Sit down and give yourself a break.” Grady roared out the order. “Things are under control and you fucking well aren’t going to risk more strain right now. That’s an order, in case I didn’t make it clear.”

Sully stopped, looking back with a poisonous glare. “I know my limits. I’m not going to endanger anyone. Leave me be.”