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Then he saw them. A dozen of his kind, frozen on a rocky outcrop. Their eyes were wide, their noses twitching at the strange, hot smell. They were trapped. Behind them, a dry streambed offered a path to the river. Ahead, a wall of flame was beginning to crown the ridge.

They stayed submerged until the worst passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps a day. Time had melted. fire red squirrels 1636

Behind them, the pine grove exploded. The heat was a physical hand, shoving them. A wave of cinders rose into the sky like evil fireflies. Rust’s whiskers singed. His tail felt aflame. But the river was now in sight—a brown ribbon of salvation. Then he saw them