Hayden

"I didn't get any sleep last night," Janie says as she comes into the bank. "Not with the storms as they roared through."

"Yeah, me neither. I don't know if you've heard or not, but there's a fire up on the ridge. A lightning strike lit the dry timber up like a match."

"It's been so dry," she muses.

"It has. Dad was called in around three in the morning. I haven't heard from him, though." I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. "I thought I would by ...