Chapter 3

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As smoke and flames rise in the pit, and Adam continues to chat with his wife, the booze kicks in and my mind creates a scene that will most likely never occur. I imagine Jobe stepping out of the nearby woods, beyond the distant smoke. Silver-white moonlight dances over his frame. He’s dressed in his fireman uniform: yellow hat, NOMEX trousers, fireproof boots, but no shirt. He has dark lines of soot over his rippled and sweaty chest. Ash covers his left cheek. In his right hand he holds a Pulaski axe. The grin on his handsome face tells me that he’s happy to see me. From the opposite side of the fire he speaks in my mind, I came for your emergency, Talbot.

What emergency?

He winks at me and grins. Your episode of boredom.

And what do you plan on doing about my boredom?

Watch and see.