Bucksnort Fire & Rescue President Jamie Denson takes the steering wheel of one of the volunteer department's vehicles. | Photo by Gabrielle Reed
I put the finishing touches on my hair - a dash of hairspray to add volume - and shut the door to our A frame home.
Twenty steps across the street and I was at the Denson house. Jamie Denson was my neighbor I’d known for more than a year.
When I moved into the A frame, he and his sons helped me squeeze the nicest piece of furniture I own - a faux leather couch - through our narrow doorway.
As I approached his backyard, Jamie slid out from underneath his truck. The engine blew out on it the week before, and his hands were covered in grease from performing a diagnostic assessment.
His whole face had an ashy tinge too, which was unrelated to the truck.
The day before, he spent six hours helping fight a brush fire. A Bobcat exploded engulfing 20 acres of wooded land into flames.
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