The moment I stepped off the plane in Butte, I smelled the smoke in the air. Pungent. Like the glowing embers of a campfire multiplied a million times over.The sky was hazy and looked almost like a light cloud cover, but I knew it wasn't just clouds, but smoke filled with ash from the thousands of acres of burning trees and scrub brush off to the west that gave it a light brownish-orange tint. Where the fire burned hottest the smoke was dark and rose in billowing clouds of dark gray, like charcoal. The color of the smoke depended on whether trees or brush or prairie grass burned.As soon as the plane landed and taxied to a stop, a ladder was brought over. The door to the passenger cabin opened. The four of us disembarked first. We were met by a National Park Service ranger who directed us toward an empty hangar a short distance away. The gusting wind blew several strands of hair that had escaped my braid into my face, no doubt the cause of the quickly moving fire. The wind would gust strongly, then ebb, then gust again, whipping my hair, tugging at my clothes and of course, carrying ash along with it.
What do You think about Flaming Desire - Part 2 (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)?
