The fire did reach the west riverbank, but it had lost all heart by the time it touched the river. Not a single ember crossed the Yukon. A Canadian ground crew had shown up along with a tiny drone carrying an infrared camera to find hot spots. MHA hadn’t left them many. But the Black was five miles at its widest and over forty miles long, and that was a lot of terrain to inspect. “It’s official, sports fans.” Mark dropped down at the table next to Mickey and across from Robin. “One hundred and three thousand acres. So, pony up. For who is this their first hundred thousander?” Hers was the only hand to go up at the two picnic tables butted end to end along the crowded sidewalk. The whole flight crew was packed together. They’d annexed Macy from the Bell LongRanger, who had brought her husband along, Two-Tall Tim. Tim Harada, a towering Eurasian man but powerfully built like a smokie, had dragged along Akbar, who didn’t even reach his shoulder.
