Previously, in Stormbreak: MacIntyre fought his way out of an inferno after rescuing 17 wildfire fighters. He now has a reckoning with his boss…

Supervisor Comey was normally a big, gruff, gorilla of a guy, comical whenever he tried to assert authority. Now, he stood red-faced before Mac, gripping his hips like he might tear his own pelvis from his body. "Are you out of your mind?" he bellowed as Mac walked up to him. "Do you have a death wish? Did God give you even half the sense he wasted on a goose?"

"I reckon not, Bobby," Mac answered, grinning sheepishly through sweat and black grit. "He made me a wildfire pilot, after all."

"You think this is funny?" Spittle flew into Mac's face. Somebody,...

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