A Fire

I could see the fire – it was all through the woods, and it was spreading fast. At this rate, there was no way Johnny and I, and fifty other Rangers could stop it.

There was no hope of saving any of the timber. We were only riding to save the folks trapped inside their cabins.

As the ashes and the sparks met our eyes, Johnny and I prepared to engulf ourselves in the fire. I said a prayer, and I watched Johnny do the same. He clasped his hands real tight, squinted his eyes and shuttered, and when he opened them, we rode on in.