Something percolates in my mind, though—something I don’t want to face.
This fire is closer than it should be.
It’s close to me.
But it’s closer to my vineyards.
I’m not sure how I know this. I’m not a human compass.
I just know.
Those vineyards are a part of me, and I know.
“Fuck,” I say aloud. I press my coffee hurriedly and pour it into a thermos. So much for my time alone to deal with yet another shitty piece of my life.
I have to leave this place. I quickly put out my fire, which I should never have lit in the first place. Open flames are discouraged during fire season. Sometimes the government issues a burn ban, though they haven’t yet this year.
The fire I’m smelling could be the one that changes that.
I pack up my gear as quickly as I can as the scent of the fire grows stronger. To the west, gray smoke rises.
To the west.
Steel Acres is to the west.
The vineyards are to the west.
Ashley is to the west.
I strap my pack to my back and take a long sip of coffee from the thermos.
I will save the day.
Even if I have to walk through fire to do it.
Chapter Two
Ashley
Penny wakes me up at five a.m. by licking my face.
I open my eyes, and though this is my second morning here waking without Dale, it takes a minute to acclimate myself. Right. I’m at Dale’s. Taking care of Penny while he’s… I have no idea where he is. Camping? The foothills? The mountains?
I know only that he’s not here and he’s not in the Syrah vineyards, where Penny and I were two evenings ago.
I rise and wrap myself in a robe. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I pad out to the kitchen and let Penny out. Then I prepare her morning meal from the mixture in the refrigerator. Only a day’s worth left. What then? In the pantry, I find a bag of high-end kibble. Good. That will work until I can make Penny something tastier and more nutritious.
Which also means a trip to the grocery store in town. Dale didn’t say how long he’d be gone, and I have to feed myself. I suppose I can always eat at the main house with Talon and Jade, but…
I sigh. Now what?
It’s only five thirty, and I’m wide awake. I let Penny back in, and she gobbles up her food. Dale likes to start at six or seven in the morning, so what the heck? I’ll shower, dress, and head to the vineyards. It’s still harvest, after all.
Once I’m ready to go, it’s six thirty, and my phone buzzes. It’s Ryan Steel.
“Hello,” I say into the phone.
“Ashley, it’s Ryan. Apparently Dale will be gone a few days.”
“I know,” I say. “I’m staying at his place and taking care of Penny. Did he tell you what he wants me to be working on?”
“No, he didn’t, but don’t you worry. There’s plenty to do.”
“For harvest, yeah.”
“Actually,” he says, “I’m taking you off harvest for now.”
“Oh?” Not that I’m upset by his decision. Harvesting is difficult work, and I still haven’t seen a lot of the winemaking process.
Ryan clears his throat. “We’re watching a new fire on the western slope. Our northern vineyards are directly in its path.”
I gasp. The northern vineyards? The Syrah…
No, not Dale’s Syrah.
“We’re not worried yet,” Ryan says. “We’re really good about removing dead vegetation, and we keep fuel breaks up year-round.”
Fuel breaks? Right. I know about fuel breaks. I’ve just never had to think about them, living in the city. I feel hot, and I see red. All red and orange and flaming as I discuss the possibility of Dale’s beloved vines going up in smoke.
“This can’t happen,” I hear myself saying.
“Nothing has happened yet,” Ryan says. “This is Colorado. It’s not the first season we’ve had to outwit a fire, and it won’t be the last. We bring in the best experts, and we get it done.”
I nod and then gulp. “The irrigation system…”
“The drip hoses can ignite,” Ryan says, “but it’s unlikely. We have thirty feet of defensible space around the vineyards and structures.”
I say nothing.
“These vineyards mean as much to me as they do to Dale,” Ryan continues. “I won’t let anything happen to them.”
“So, the harvest…?”
“We’re at the midway point, so we’re taking a few days off to build up the defensible space. I don’t want any workers in the vineyards while this fire is moving toward us. Safety of our people is always my primary concern.”
“Yes, of course,” I say robotically. “Will this affect production?”
“Not hugely. We may lose a small amount of harvest to rot, but not enough to matter.”
I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. Dale is so looking forward to the old-vine Syrah.”
“We all are, Ashley. We all are.”
“So…what do you want me to do today?”