Chasing Fire Part 52

He moaned again, tried to speak. His body shook violently as his breath came in rapid pants. Raw, blistered burns scored the left side of his body, the most exposed, where the fire had scorched the protective clothing away.

He'd nearly made it out, Rowan noted. Another fifty yards, and he might've been clear. Had he thought he could make it, left his life to fate rather than shake out his shelter?

Gull handed her the radio. "Call it in," he told her, then crouched. He took one of Matt's ruined hands carefully in his.

He had that in him, Rowan thought. He had that compa.s.sion for a man suffering toward death, even though the man was a murderer. "Base, this is Swede. We found Matt."

His eyes tracked to hers when she said his name. Could he still think? she wondered. Could he still reason? For an instant she saw sorrow in them. Then they fixed as the panting breaths cut off.

"He didn't make it," she said, steady as she handed the radio back to Gull.

Steady until she sat on the ground beside a man who'd been a friend, and wept for him.

SHE WANTED TO STAY and fight, termed it a matter of pride and honor to be in on the kill. She rehydrated, refueled, replaced lost and damaged equipment.

Then complained all the way when ordered to copter out. "We're not injured," she pointed out.

"You sound like a frog," Gull observed as he took his seat in the chopper. "A s.e.xy one, but a frog." "So we ate some smoke. So what?"

"You lost most of your eyebrows."

Stunned, she pressed her fingers above her eyes. "s.h.i.+t! Why didn't you tell me?" "It's a look. They've got it on the run," he added, scanning down as they lifted off.

"That's the point. That b.i.t.c.h tried to kill us. We should be in on the takedown."

"Don't worry, babe." He reached over to pat her knee. "There'll be other fires that try to kill us."

"Don't try to smooth it over. L.B.'s letting the cops push us around. What the h.e.l.l difference does it make when we give them a statement? Matt's dead."

She turned her face, stared out at the sky. "I guess most of him, the best of him, died last year when Jim did. You held his hand so he didn't die alone." Though Gull said nothing, she clearly felt his discomfort so turned to him again. "That counts a lot, too. You're really racking them up today."

"People have a choice when life takes a slice out of them. He made the wrong one. A lot of wrong ones." "You didn't. We didn't," Rowan corrected. "Good for us."

"Don't cry anymore. It kills me."

"My eyes are watering, that's all. From all the smoke."

He figured it couldn't hurt for both of them to pretend that was it. But he took her hand. "I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer. And shower s.e.x."

The idea made her smile. "I want eyebrows."

"Well, you're not getting mine." He tipped his head back, closed his eyes.

She watched out the window, the roll of land, the rise of mountain. Home-she was going home. But the meaning had changed, deepened. Time to man up and tell him.

"I need to say some things to you," she began. "I don't know how you're going to feel about it, but it is what it is. So ..." She s.h.i.+fted back, narrowed her eyes.

No point baring her soul to a man who was sound asleep.

It could wait, she decided, and watched the sun lower toward the western peaks.

SHE SAW HER FATHER running toward the pad, and L.B., and the flying tangle of Ella's hair as she rushed after them. Marg sprinting out of the cookhouse. Lynn stopping to bury her face in her ap.r.o.n. Mechanics, jumpers not cleared for the list pouring out of hangars, the tower, the barracks.

The cop and the fed standing together in their snappy suits just outside Ops.

She gave Gull an elbow poke. "We've got a welcoming committee."

She climbed out the second the chopper touched ground, then ran hunched over under the blades to jump into her father's arms. "There's my baby.

There's my girl."

"A-OK." She breathed him in, squeezed hard. And, seeing Ella over his shoulder, seeing the roll of tears, held out a hand. "It's nice to see you." Ella gripped her hand, pressed it to her cheek, then wrapped her arms as best she could around both Lucas and Rowan.

"Don't go anywhere," Lucas murmured, then, setting Rowan down, walked over to Gull. "You took care of our girl." "That's the job. But mostly she took care of herself."

Lucas pulled him into a bear hug. "Keep it up."

They both looked over when Rowan let out a shout, broke from Marg and ran toward the man slowly walking toward the pad. "I told that son of a b.i.t.c.h he could only check out of the hospital if he stayed in bed." L.B. shook his head at Cards. "Yangtree?" Gull asked.

"Fifty-fifty. They didn't expect him to make it this far, so I'm putting my money on him. Got a cold one for you." "Let's not keep it waiting."

"Do you want me to tell the cops to back off until you and Rowan settle in?"

"We might as well get it done and over. She needs it finished. I guess I do, too." "He just started talking crazy," Cards told Rowan. "About me letting Jim die, about Dolly. And he said ... he said Dolly called Vicki, and told her we'd been s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around. Hinted to her the baby was mine, for G.o.d's sake. That it was his idea."

"You can fix it with her."

"I'm going to try. But ... Ro, he came at me. Jesus." He touched his shoulder where the pick had dug in. "Matt came at me. I knocked him back, or down. I told the cops it's like this crazy reel inside my head. I ran. He was coming after me. I think he was, then he wasn't. I just kept running. Got all screwed around until I found the saw line. I followed it."

"Good thinking."

"I don't know how he could've done what he did, Ro. I worked right beside him. All of us did. Yangtree ..." His eyes watered up. "Then to come after you, to die like he did. I can't get my head around it."

"You're worn out. Go on and lie down. I'll come in and see you later." "I loved the f.u.c.ker."

"We all did," Rowan said, as Cards walked back into the barracks.

Gull stepped up. "Unless you want to do it otherwise, we can talk with the cops now. Marg's throwing on some steaks." "There is a G.o.d."

"We can get it done while we eat."

They took seats at one of the picnic tables.

"First, I want to say it's good to see both of you back here, safe." Quinniock folded his hands on the table. "It doesn't do much good, but you should know after some digging, a little pressure, Agent DiCicco learned earlier today that Matthew Brayner ended his engagement a short time ago, cut off communication with his fiancee. Also, that he quit his job." "I also learned a few days ago that he has a number of trophies and awards.

Marksmans.h.i.+p. There are several people in your unit who have sharpshooter experience."

Rowan nodded at DiCicco. "You've been investigating all of us."

"That's my job. We arrived here to question him about the same time he a.s.saulted your a.s.sociate," DiCicco continued. "We were able to convince Mr.

Little Bear to let us search Brayner's quarters. He kept a journal. It's all there.

What he did, how, why."

"He was grieving," Rowan said. "Yes."

She looked at Quinniock. "He blamed himself, at the bottom of it, for what happened to Jim. For being weak, sleeping with Dolly, for fighting with his brother before that jump. He couldn't live with that, so he had to blame Cards, Dolly, all of us."

"Very likely."

"But it was more." She looked at Gull now. "He fell in love with the fire. Found a kind of purpose in it, and that justified the rest. He said he left it up to fate, but he lied to himself. He gave it all to the fire, turning what he loved and had trained to do into a punishment. Maybe he thought he could burn away the guilt and the grief, but he never did. He died, grieving for everything he'd lost."

"It would help," DiCicco told her, "if you could tell us exactly what happened, what was said and done." "Yeah, I can do that. Then I'm never talking about it again, because he paid for all of it. There's nothing more to wring out of him, and no changing anything that happened."

She went through it like a fire report. Precisely, briefly, pausing only to lean into Marg's side when the cook set down still sizzling steaks. She ate while Gull did the same from his perspective.

"You knew it was Matt when you caught up with me," Rowan interrupted.

"Cards has had nothing but s.h.i.+t for luck all season. Cards was Jim's spotter.

You have to respect the streak, good or bad, but when you break it down it seemed like maybe it wasn't a matter of bad luck. Then Matt couldn't bring himself to look at Yangtree once we got him down.

"You were too busy to notice," he added, "but Matt was the only one who couldn't. When Janis said none of the three of you answered the radio, it was point A to B."

He looked back over at DiCicco. "That's it. There's nothing more to tell you."

"I'll do whatever I can to close this without bothering you again," DiCicco said to Rowan. "And I'm pulling for your friend, for Yangtree." "Thanks. What happens with Leo Brakeman?"

"He's cleared of the murders, and as Brayner detailed the shooting at the base in his journal, how he had the combination for the safe-from Jim through Dolly-he's clear of those charges. Regardless, he jumped bail, but given the circ.u.mstances, we're recommending leniency there."

"Matt didn't kill him," Rowan murmured, "but he shattered his life. He did it so he could get the baby for his mother." Quinniock rose. "A smart man would head to Nebraska and work to put his life back together. That'll be up to Brakeman. Despite the circ.u.mstances, it was a pleasure meeting both of you. Thank you for your service."

"I'll say the same."

Rowan chewed over a bite of steak as they walked away. "That was kind of weird at the end." "Just at the end?"

She laughed. "You know what I mean. I need to spend some time with my father. You could get in on that." "Sure. Is that before or after shower s.e.x?"

"After, for a variety of reasons. Right now, I need a walk. Moon's rising." "So it is." He got up, reached for her hand.

It would probably be more appropriate, she thought, if they got cleaned up first, if she waited until the base slept and they were alone. Then again, covered with soot, smelling of smoke and sweat? Wasn't that who they were?

"I did a lot of thinking in the shake and bake," she began as they strolled toward the training field. "Not much else to do in there."

"I thought about my father. The two of us at little moments. About him and Ella. I'm only going to admit this once, but you were right about my first reaction to them, and the reasons for it. I'm done with that."

"You don't have to say it again, but maybe you could write it down, for my files."

"Shut up." She hip-b.u.mped him. "I thought about Jim and Matt, about all the guys. Yangtree." "He's going to make it. I'd put money on it."

"I believe that because he's a tough b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and because there's been enough loss this season. I thought about you." "I hoped I was in there somewhere." "Little moments. And when you narrow it, look at them really close, they can turn out to be key." She stopped, faced him. "So. I want to get married."

"To me?"

"No, to Timothy Olyphant, but I'm settling for you." "Okay."

"That's it?"

"I'm still dealing with Timothy Olyphant, so give me a minute. I think I'm better-looking." "You would."

"No, seriously. I've got better hair. But anyway." He swooped her in, right up to her toes. The kiss wasn't casual or lighthearted, but raw and deep and real. "I was going to take you on another picnic and ask you. This is better."

"I like picnics. We could-"

He laid his hands on either side of her face. "I love you. I love everything about you. Your voice, your laugh. Your eyebrows when they grow back. Your face, your body, your hard head and your cautious heart. I want to spend the rest of my life looking at you, listening to you, working with you, just being with you.

Rowan of the purple lupines."

"Wow." He'd literally taken her breath away. "You're really good at this." "I've been saving up."

"I didn't want to fall for anybody. It's so messy. I'm so happy it was you. I'm so happy to love you, Gulliver. So happy to know I'll have a life with you, a home, a family with you." She pressed her lips to his. "But I want a bigger bed."

"Big as you want."

"Where are we going to put it? After the season, I mean." "I've been thinking about that."

Naturally, she thought. "Have you?" "First, I think I should get my pilot's license. We'll be doing a lot of zipping between Montana and California." He took her hand and, as she'd once seen her father do with Ella, gave their linked arms a playful swing. "Maybe we'll find a place between, but I'm fine setting down here most of the year."

She c.o.c.ked her head. "Because Missoula needs a family fun center?"

He grinned, kissing her knuckles as they walked again. "I've been doing some research on that." "I really do love you," she told him. "It's kind of astonis.h.i.+ng."

"I'm a h.e.l.l of a catch. Really better than Olyphant. Where we dig in, that's just details. We'll work them out." She stopped and, trusting them both, linked her arms around his neck. "We'll work them out," she repeated.

"Hey!" L.B. shouted across the field. "Thought you'd want to know, they've got her contained. They caught her, and they're taking her down." "Go Zulies,"