When people had resumed their seats again, Megs went on. “In honor of your courage that day and your unfailing devotion to this town, the Scarlet Town Council has voted unanimously to change the name of Dead Man’s Hill to Hawke Hill and to place a marker on the spot where the fire was stopped, honoring you and your crews for your defense of our town.”
The room exploded into cheers.
Eric didn’t know what to say, a part of him objecting to all of it. He’d only done his job, after all. But as he glanced around at his friends, old and new, a sense of peace settled over him.
His worst nightmare had come to life. A raging wildfire had made a run for his town. But no lives had been lost. Scarlet Springs was recovering, its spirit undimmed. People had pulled together and were rebuilding. All would soon be put right again.
Yeah, he supposed hehadhad something to do with that.
Eric waved a hand for silence. “Okay, okay, everybody. I’m honored beyond words. Thank you so much. But can you cut it out now? Where’s the band? Hey, guys, play something, distract these people.”
Laughter.
He sat again, warmth in his chest.
“This town loves you, Eric.” Vicki kissed him, tears in her eyes. “But no one loves you more than I do.”