““Tim and Marlboro Man looked toward the fire. “C’mon, Charlie,” Tim said. “Why don’t you drive us around to the north side and we’ll take to it that way.” Charlie, who’d likely been through dozens of fires in his lifetime, jumped in Tim’s driver’s seat, undeterred. Did he realize how close he’d just come to being terribly injured? But Charlie, a tough, leathery cowboy, was completely unfazed. I, on the other hand, was fazed. I was extremely fazed. Adrenaline poured from my eyeballs. “C’mon,” Marlboro Man said, grabbing my hand. But my feet were firmly planted. I wasn’t moving another inch toward that fire. “Go ahead,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ll just go wait in your pickup.” “Okay,” he said, giving me a quick glance. “You’ll be fine.” Then he broke into a run and jumped onto the back of the truck with Tim…and I watched as the three brave, psychotic men drove straight back into Hades.””
