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Authors: Anya Nowlan
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work out of one of the sheds and the engine shop on the Hamilton grounds. They’d need a fire engine or two pretty quickly and lots of gear, but the basics were easy to acquire for the most part.
The most troubling part came with putting out the large-scale wildfires. Though they weren’t very common in the area then, Redmond had seen enough of what the smaller ones could do to have him seriously worried. He didn’t need to play witness to a whole mountainside of forest being burned down to understand the possible repercussions of soil erosion and other varied dangers. But he and Royce were both city bears, better equipped to deal with building fires.
There was a man who could help them with the wilderness part of it all, but he was a hurdle neither Redmond nor Royce was ready to try and cross yet. No, their little brother Rhodes would have to be a headache for another time. They could get the minimum viable solution going without relying on his expertise.
The music was pumping through the jukebox, and for a moment, Redmond wondered how a place like Shifter Grove didn’t have its own band yet. His musings were cut short when he dipped Rose to the beat of the tune and he saw the figure of a man standing at the entrance, looking very familiar.
“Holy shit!” Redmond mumbled, stopping mid-step.
“What?” Rose asked, spinning in the direction Redmond was staring.
There was a hint of worry on her expression, but it cleared when she saw that the man he was looking at wasn’t anyone she knew. Frowning, Rose glanced up at Redmond. “Anyone you know?”
“Can’t you see the family resemblance?” Redmond asked, chuckling.
The man at the door was tall, broad-shouldered, and decidedly fit, much like Redmond. But that was where the similarities ended.
“As I live and breathe, if it isn’t Ragnar Hamilton,” Royce bellowed, clutching Redmond by the shoulder as he blew past them.
Redmond gave an apologetic grin to Rose before he joined Royce’s enthusiasm. They struggled through the crowd and were on Ragnar like a pack of wolves, clamping the man between their massive hugs. While Redmond and Ragnar looked very little alike, Royce and Ragnar certainly looked like they were cut from the same tree. Same somber eyes, thick build, and stoic expression, they could have been twins if Ragnar hadn’t been just a tad taller and his expression stonier. Apparently he hadn’t quite drunk the Shifter Grove Kool-Aid yet, which would account for his somewhat sullen disposition.
“You made it!” Redmond said, clapping him on the back. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
And that was the truth. Ragnar was at best on a greeting card level with the rest of the family. Redmond couldn’t safely remember when he last saw the man, and even less when he’d seen him smile. Maybe that Christmas twelve years ago? Hell, that could be it.
“Well, I heard you two numbskulls were trying to solve a mystery and I know how well that usually goes,” Ragnar scoffed grimly, giving the faintest of smirks as they went from a hug to a handshake with Royce.
“How’d you get here?” Royce asked, but his question was answered by an obviously self-satisfied looking Slate wandering in behind Ragnar, his wife Teresa in tow.
“You bastard. You flew, didn’t you? And you didn’t tell anyone,” Redmond said accusingly, though his wide grin gave him away.
He’d been itching to leave a few days ago, but at this point if Slate never took another flight out of Shifter Grove, then it would be fine with him. The pilot just shrugged good-naturedly and gave the Hamilton brothers a wink.
“Maybe. I don’t know anything. And I definitely don’t know anything about the helicopter bucket I just flew in from Boise, either.”
“Fire trouble getting too hot to handle?” Ragnar asked absently as Royce and Redmond shared a look.
Redmond had called Ares that morning to lay out some of his preliminary plans. One of the necessities he’d mentioned was
The most troubling part came with putting out the large-scale wildfires. Though they weren’t very common in the area then, Redmond had seen enough of what the smaller ones could do to have him seriously worried. He didn’t need to play witness to a whole mountainside of forest being burned down to understand the possible repercussions of soil erosion and other varied dangers. But he and Royce were both city bears, better equipped to deal with building fires.
There was a man who could help them with the wilderness part of it all, but he was a hurdle neither Redmond nor Royce was ready to try and cross yet. No, their little brother Rhodes would have to be a headache for another time. They could get the minimum viable solution going without relying on his expertise.
The music was pumping through the jukebox, and for a moment, Redmond wondered how a place like Shifter Grove didn’t have its own band yet. His musings were cut short when he dipped Rose to the beat of the tune and he saw the figure of a man standing at the entrance, looking very familiar.
“Holy shit!” Redmond mumbled, stopping mid-step.
“What?” Rose asked, spinning in the direction Redmond was staring.
There was a hint of worry on her expression, but it cleared when she saw that the man he was looking at wasn’t anyone she knew. Frowning, Rose glanced up at Redmond. “Anyone you know?”
“Can’t you see the family resemblance?” Redmond asked, chuckling.
The man at the door was tall, broad-shouldered, and decidedly fit, much like Redmond. But that was where the similarities ended.
“As I live and breathe, if it isn’t Ragnar Hamilton,” Royce bellowed, clutching Redmond by the shoulder as he blew past them.
Redmond gave an apologetic grin to Rose before he joined Royce’s enthusiasm. They struggled through the crowd and were on Ragnar like a pack of wolves, clamping the man between their massive hugs. While Redmond and Ragnar looked very little alike, Royce and Ragnar certainly looked like they were cut from the same tree. Same somber eyes, thick build, and stoic expression, they could have been twins if Ragnar hadn’t been just a tad taller and his expression stonier. Apparently he hadn’t quite drunk the Shifter Grove Kool-Aid yet, which would account for his somewhat sullen disposition.
“You made it!” Redmond said, clapping him on the back. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
And that was the truth. Ragnar was at best on a greeting card level with the rest of the family. Redmond couldn’t safely remember when he last saw the man, and even less when he’d seen him smile. Maybe that Christmas twelve years ago? Hell, that could be it.
“Well, I heard you two numbskulls were trying to solve a mystery and I know how well that usually goes,” Ragnar scoffed grimly, giving the faintest of smirks as they went from a hug to a handshake with Royce.
“How’d you get here?” Royce asked, but his question was answered by an obviously self-satisfied looking Slate wandering in behind Ragnar, his wife Teresa in tow.
“You bastard. You flew, didn’t you? And you didn’t tell anyone,” Redmond said accusingly, though his wide grin gave him away.
He’d been itching to leave a few days ago, but at this point if Slate never took another flight out of Shifter Grove, then it would be fine with him. The pilot just shrugged good-naturedly and gave the Hamilton brothers a wink.
“Maybe. I don’t know anything. And I definitely don’t know anything about the helicopter bucket I just flew in from Boise, either.”
“Fire trouble getting too hot to handle?” Ragnar asked absently as Royce and Redmond shared a look.
Redmond had called Ares that morning to lay out some of his preliminary plans. One of the necessities he’d mentioned was
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