Hed never witnessed a hurricane before, but in his career hed dealt with fires, earthquakes, mudslides, and way too many traffic accidents. He recognized the faces of trauma. These people had been uprooted from their homes, chased out by forces beyond their control.
Nate knew the feeling.
He reached into his pocket and rubbed the plain gold wedding band hed inherited from his grandfather. Carrying the gift for all these years hadnt exactly been a lucky charm for him, but it was a link to the past. A link to family ties that were changing faster than he could adapt.
With Kell and his wife Melody living on the ranch in California, there was no longer a need for Nate to hold down the fort while his brother worked odd hours as a mounted police officer. And after a disastrous first marriage, ending in her husbands suicide, his sister had finally found a good, solid man to love in Casey Guthrie. Jackie no longer needed Nates shoulder to cry on. She had a husband to listen to her troubles now.
Hell. There were no more troubles. Not for Kell, not for Jackie. After their grandfathers death, Kell had been the father figure. Jackie had looked after their home. As the youngest sibling, Nate had wound up being the listenera sounding board for his brother and sister. But the role that had defined him for so many years had eroded beneath his feet.
Hed have to deal with his own troubles now.
Almost like an empty-nester, Nate felt alone for the first time in his life. All the personal relationships hed knowingly or subconsciously put on hold in order to be there for his family and friends had passed him by. It was time for him to move onlike the evacuees seeking a haven in Turning Point from the approaching storm.
But like that fictitious man without a country, Nate felt adrift at sea. His future seemed uncertain, and except for his work as a paramedic, hed yet to find anything to spark his passion or earn his loyalty enough to convince him to make a change.
Nate plucked at the collar of his dark blue uniform shirt and settled his cap down over his short, dark hair. He turned his focus back to the older man beside him. Enough self-analysis. His personal life might be in a state of flux right now, but his work had always been there for him. And right now, his work was here in Texas. As self-appointed leader of this band of volunteers, it was his responsibility to have all the facts in place so their team could make the most efficient use of the supplies theyd brought, and utilize their skills and talents where needed most.
It was my understanding that the hurricanes due to make landfall sixty miles northeast of here. Nate didnt have to be psychic to sense the older mans tension. But you sound as if youre expecting casualties.
Im expecting anything and everything, Mitch said. You should, too. My old bones are sending me a different message than the weather service. Old was a figurative term, Nate decided. Mitch Kannon couldnt be a day over fifty. And though he was apparently well-fed, the stocky fire chief was in good shape. Mark my word. That storms gonna turn.
You think the hurricane will hit farther south, closer to us? came an energized voice from the back seat. Will we be able to see it this far away from the coast? Dana Ivie, a firefighter and EMT who worked at the Courage Bay station with Nate, was known for her enthusiastic approach to her work. Ive never seen a hurricane before. Except on TV. Now I wish Id brought my camera.
Nate couldnt hide his indulgent smile. He and Dana had shared more than one middle-of-the-night chat over a cup of coffee at the station house, relishing the excitement and bemoaning the hazards and heartbreaks of their chosen career. Youve never seen an avalanche or tornado before, either, he teased. Maybe youd like to take the scenic route on the way back home.
Dana laughed. Very funny, Kellison. Im trying to have a positive attitude here. Im looking at this thing as an adventure, not a tragedy waiting to happen.
I hope youre right. Mitch didnt sound convinced. He killed the siren and stopped at what appeared to be one of the towns few traffic lights, then turned right past a sprawling brick building easily identifiable as a school. They slowed as they passed the football field and headed toward a residential area. We plan to put up as many evacuees as we can here at the high school. If that doesnt hold them all, then well have to ask people to open up their homes. My brother-in-law, Hank, owns the hardware store downtown. Hes donated all the cots, sleeping bags, lanterns and water jugs he has on hand. Beyond that, the townsfolk have pitched in blankets and pillows and food. We kept some at the firehouse, but like I said, were nowhere close to being able to provide for a big influx of evacuees.
Sounds like you have a real sense of community here in Turning Point.
Nate cocked his head to make eye contact with the brunette seated behind him. Cheryl Tierney, a trauma nurse from Courage Bay Hospitals E.R., was as detail-oriented as Dana was impulsive.
But if your evacuees are scattered all over town, we wont have a reliable way to track them, Cheryl pointed out in her ever-practical tone. And since were not familiar with the area, we could be delayed trying to answer individual calls. Wouldnt it make more sense for us to set up at the school instead of in town?
Mitch shook his head. Ive scheduled a briefing for you down at the firehouse at 8:00 a.m. Id like to ask you and Dr. Sherwood to set up a triage center at the station. Amy Sherwood was the fourth volunteer from Courage Bay. Thatll free up Kellison and Ms. Ivie to handle the more routine calls. Ill give you a tour of our facilities, such as they are, and a map of the county. Right now, all our emergency calls come through the station, so well use that as our command post. As we get the weather updates, well have a better idea of what were facing and whether or not we need to move to an alternate site.
Will we be meeting your staff then? Cheryl asked.
Mitch huffed a sound that wasnt quite a laugh. My staff consists of a dozen or so volunteer firefighters who are scattered around the county right now, shoring up their own homes and making sure their families are safe. Well see who shows up for the briefing.
Volunteers. Who might or might not show up for duty assignments. Who might or might not be properly trained for the potential range of emergencies brought on by a hurricane.
Reassuring? Hardly. Nate stared out the window to hide his scowl. No wonder Mitch had had to call Chief Egan for backup. This had to be the craziest, most haphazard, seat-of-the-pants rescue operation Nate had ever been a part of.
Dr. Amy Sherwood, a first-year E.R. resident at Courage Bay Hospital, raised her voice to be heard from the third seat. Chief Kannon, perhaps you could tell us a little more about what to expect, weatherwise, with a hurricane.
I will if you call me Mitch. He paused to turn on the wipers, clearing the condensing moisture from the windshield. Damon is classified as a category four hurricane. If he hits Corpus Christi and the northern Gulf Shore like hes supposed to, well miss the brunt of the one hundred thirty to hundred fifty mile-per-hour winds.
Whoa! Danas expletive said it all. Maybe I dont want to see a hurricane, after all.
Mitch answered with a told-you-so shrug. Generally August gets pretty hot and sticky around here. But if you noticed the chill in the air, thats the barometric pressure dropping ahead of the storm.