“Here’s the point of entry.”
Becky stared at the coil of barbed wire. “Strange. Why wrap it so neatly on the fence post? Why not cut it and keep going?”
Steve crossed his arms. “They’re probably local. This fence and land belong old man Monger. Even the folk from the hollers won’t mess with him. A bit of a legend. Cut his fence and you’re liable to find your front door smashed in.”
“Alright then.” Becky marched through the fence posts, demarcating the line between private property and national parkland. “Let’s get to the point of ignition and start this investigation.”
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers and congratulations on her fourth anniversary! This week’s installment of Friday Fictioneers is inspired by the firefighters working the Rocky Mount fire in Shenandoah National Park. I live on the other side of the county from the fire’s point of origin and have many old friends and former colleagues from the fire service who are working the fire. Read the latest updates here.
Feature image © and courtesy of Madison Woods