The pilot descended first. Then three soot-smeared figures followed, one limping and another supported by a partner and the crew chief who’d gone on the flight.
“We’ve got the worst ones,” the crew chief said. “The rest of the gang is crammed into our truck. They’re packed like sardines so they’re taking it slow on the rough roads. The good news is they’re okay.”
At that word, a cheer went up from the assembled group. The forest service man caught sight of Blaine and then found Margie and Mike, not far away.
His face lit. “You guys did it—you saved their lives. It was looking like another Yarnell tragedy, until you made them an island of safety. We’ve got a broken leg here and some smoke inhalation, but nobody got burned, nobody’s going to die. Major Darby, we owe you a great big thanks, you and your fellow pilots.”