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Ahead of them, smoke erased another section of the mountains. Harris pressed harder on the accelerator.

23

Film It

Shaw Ranch was already in motion when Harris turned onto the ranch road.

Cattle streamed through the lower pasture toward temporary holding pens. Two stock trailers stood backed against the loading area, one already hitched, while another pickup came down the service road fast enough to throw dust across the fence line. People moved with the concentrated speed of a crew working from a plan they had rehearsed but hoped never to use.

Beyond them, smoke had flattened the mountains into gray layers. Even the afternoon light looked wrong, pale and depthless beneath the thickening sky.

Harris stopped beside the barn. Evan was crossing the yard before Jay had his door open, dust streaking his jeans to the knees and a radio clipped to his shirt.

“North group’s moved,” he said. “Still got thirty head in the east section and the yearlings above the creek.”

“Guests?”

“Gone.”

“Ma?”

“Still here.”

“Of course she is.”

There was no greeting and no need for one. Harris stepped out already looking past Evan toward the trailers, cattle, and smoke, assembling what had been done and what remained. Evan had not waited helplessly for him to return. The guests were gone, the largest group of cattle had been moved, and the remaining livestock had been divided by location and urgency.

“County put us on pre-evac twenty minutes ago,” Evan said.

Harris’s attention stopped on him. “What moved?”

“Spot fire across the drainage.”

“How far?”

“Far enough that nobody’s giving me numbers anymore.”

Harris was walking before Evan finished.

Jay pulled the camera bag from the truck, but Priya intercepted him in the lodge doorway.

“We need to talk.”

The conference room had become controlled chaos. Every outlet held a charger or power strip. Two laptops sat open beside labeled hard drives, and equipment cases covered most of the floor. Eli knelt among them writing on strips of tape, his usual reverence for gear sharpened into something less playful.

“We have two complete backups,” Priya said. “One stays with me, one with Eli. Raw cards are separate. Vehicles are fueled and facing out. One assistant already left with the first backup and anything we can’t replace locally.”

“Crew?”

“Accounted for. Nobody leaves alone, and nobody goes anywhere near the fire.”

Priya had done exactly what Jay would have asked, probably before he understood it needed asking.

Through the window, Harris and Evan crossed toward the lower corrals. A ranch hand waved a pickup into position while another dragged a hose across the lodge lawn.

Jay looked toward the camera beside Eli. Priya followed his attention.

This was the story they had come to Montana to tell: the collision between land, weather, work, and the people who had built lives around conditions they could no longer reliably predict. The footage would matter. Wanting it did not give them the right to take it.