“Why are you calling so late? Do you need me to sing you a bedtime song to help you sleep?” “Cute, really cute, but I’m going to cut to the chase. We’ve got a bushfire burning on the back side of the mountain in Rose Hill.” “Oh shit.” His tone turns serious. “Yeah, and one of my best friends needs—” “What the fuck, Bash? I thought I was your best friend.” “I said one of, you big baby.” I can hear the low rumble of amusement from the other end of the line. “Anyway, if you’re done being a territorial little bitch, I’ll finish my story. One of my best friends runs a training operation, a ranch
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