“Remember what we told you about the fire triangle?” Stephanie asked Jessica.
Jessica nodded, moving next to Stephanie as she hurried toward the stream.
“Yes. Fires need heat, oxygen, and fuel or they can’t keep going.”
“Right,” Stephanie hefted her Pulaski. “That’s where this comes in.
“You help your mom with her garden, so use the skills you already have.” They were down by the stream now, and Stephanie demonstrated. “Trim away all these little shrubs and suckers. That’s what the fire will use first as fuel. If you come across something too thick, activate the vibroblade. Then use the hoe to pull the slash back a few meters. Clear away leaf matter, too. When you’re done with an area-say a couple of meters wide, activate the bladder bag and soak the ground. Soak the tree trunks for a couple of meters up their length.”
Jessica immediately fell to work. Her technique wasn’t SFS-approved, but it was good enough-and fast.
“I get what we’re doing,” she said, the radio in her suit carrying her voice in short bursts. “First we eliminate the fuel, then we soak the area so it’s cooler.”
“Right,” Stephanie said, from where she was working a few meters upstream. “The chemicals we’re mixing in also help keep the fire from processing fuel. If we get a chance, we’ll clear both sides of the stream, but one is enough for now.”
“But what about the tree trunks?” Jessica asked. “Aren’t they fuel?”
Karl’s voice joined the conversation. “This stuff we’re cutting away is what’s called ‘light fuel.’ It burns fast. Tree trunks are ‘heavy fuel.’ It takes the fire more time to get a hold of them. Sure, when they do, it’s a real pain, but if we can stop them from catching…”
“Like when you’re trying to get a fire started when you’re primitive camping or something,” Jessica said. “You can’t just put a match to a log and expect it to catch. You need tinder, then twigs…”
They worked together in easy cooperation. If it hadn’t been for the fire they could see burning closer with every minute, Stephanie thought they might even have enjoyed themselves. She’d connected her uni-link to the suit’s com system. Just as she was finishing trimming down a stand of saplings, Chet’s voice came into her ears.
“We’re close,” he said. “We’ve got a visual on Karl’s car. Should we land next to it?”
“Do it,” Stephanie said. “Are you suited up?”
“All of us,” Chet reassured her.
“I’ll meet you and show you where to go. Listen, the treecats are really edgy. I don’t know if Lionheart’s convinced them we’re on their side or not, but it’s best if you don’t go near them.”
“Got ya,” Chet said. “We’re coming in.”
Stephanie knew Karl and Jessica had heard Chet’s call, so, bending to grab a bunch of the saplings and haul them back out of the cleared zone, she hurried off to meet the new arrivals.
Looking ahead of her, she saw Lionheart and the treecats, apparently unchanged from before. Or were they?
The thrum of the approaching truck made everyone look up. Stephanie, fearing that what looked like a delicate situation was about to become unbalanced, hastened to meet it.
Lionheart, she thought, I wish I could ask you what’s going on…
‹ Go away,› said a big male who had introduced himself as Nose Biter, including with the name a short but very vivid image of how he had earned the title.
Climbs Quickly had no doubt that out there was one snow hunter who-no matter that it had been quite young at the time-would never ever go near one of the People again, much less make the mistake of thinking one might serve nicely as the main course for lunch.
However, admirable as Nose Biter’s ferocity was in defense of self and kin, it was misdirected and just plain stupid now.
‹ We are here to help,› Climbs Quickly said. ‹ Is this not the Damp Ground Clan?›
‹ We are,› growled Nose Biter.
‹ Then,› Climbs Quickly said, not hiding his confusion, ‹ Why are you so hostile? Surely Right-Striped and Left-Striped told how my two-leg and her friend saved them from the burning green-needle tree. Where are they? Have they been sent away like the younglings I met-Springer, Little Witness, and their litter mates?›
‹ They have not,› came the reply, underscored with a hiss and a snarl. ‹ Although they should have been. No. The twins have been sent forth to scout the route back to our former nesting place, checking if the way is open. They were eager to redeem themselves for their earlier foolishness.›
Climbs Quickly thought that if the smoke didn’t make smelling anything else impossible, that this Nose Biter would smell very much like Broken Tooth, a senior elder of his own Bright Water Clan and an individual so hide-bound that one needed to jump up and down on his head to make him see reasons for change.
Yet, to be fair, more of the People were like Broken Tooth and Nose Biter than were like himself or Swift Striker or even his own sister, Sings Truly. They were capable, but change was not viewed as particularly good or even something to be sought. This was why the People had avoided the two-legs, although they had known of them from the moment the first of their shiny eggs had broken the sky and left the world forever transformed.
Indeed, had Climbs Quickly not been discovered-let himself be discovered-as some still hissed, the People still might be trying to hide from the inevitable. Two-legs had not landed like some strange migrating bird only to flap off and leave nothing but a bright feather and a tale for the memory singers to relate on a dull winter’s afternoon. The two-legs were here to stay-and were spreading like fan ears after a rain shower.
Two of Nose Biter’s confederates-possibly litter mates, for they shared a similar heavy build-had lumbered forward to flank him, standing between Climbs Quickly and the frightened members of the Damp Ground Clan.
Behind him, Climbs Quickly was aware that Death Fang’s Bane, Shadowed Sunlight, and Windswept had gotten out of the car and were taking equipment from the back. Death Fang’s Bane was talking in a low voice to Windswept. He felt her mind-glow, calm and steady, brighter somehow than the devouring fire. He also sensed her trust that he could handle these idiotic members of the Damp Ground Clan.
Climbs Quickly projected his mind-voice to address all who cared to listen.
‹ We are here to help. This fire is larger than you might realize. It was born when lightning touched in the mountains to the east, but now the winds carry it here. Two-legs are attempting to stop the fire-I do not ask you to believe me-if you live, you may speak to others who surely have witnessed their actions. My two-leg and those others-and myself-came to see how the fire was progressing. I heard the unguarded speech of some who ‘shouted’ and brought us here. Now that we are here, we will not ‘go away.’ At the least, we will make time for your clan to flee. And I suggest you do so quickly-and hope the fire does not chase you so far that your only hope is to take your chances with the river.›
There was noise from back near the narrow freshwater stream. Climbs Quickly glanced back to see that Death Fang’s Bane and her friends were using their tools to make a barrier near the stream, obviously hoping to slow the fire’s approach.
‹ Are they trying to stop the fire? › asked a new voice. This belonged to another male, one who offered no name but did send the sense that he was kin to the twins.
‹ Yes. They are clearing away the dangerous brush. › Climbs Quickly decided a little sarcasm was not out of line. ‹ A precaution that doubtless this clan meant to take when it was not more pleasant to gather late summer nuts.›
A general flush of embarrassed thought let him know that his guess had been close to what had happened-that there had been those members of the clan who had argued that with fire weather in the air, some needed to protect this new nesting place. Doubtless, after living over such a wet area as he glimpsed in their mental images of their former home, they had forgotten how dangerous scrub growth could be.