Crossing Nevada. Jeannie Watt

on his fire gear, which consisted of most of his regular gear and his oldest boots.

      “Probably,” he said, tugging at the laces of his left boot to tighten them before tying the knot. A storm had passed over. There’d been some thunder, but he hadn’t seen any lightning.

      “Dad, there’s a fire!” Lizzie said as she clattered down the stairs to the living room.

      “He knows,” Emma answered impatiently.

      Zach left the house with both girls following him. Emma wanted desperately to be a firefighter and he knew what was coming next.