I could say that she was gorgeous, the sexiest woman on the planet. But she isn't. She is a typical mom. Brown hair and brown eyes. With a 50-year-old...body which if anything is just a little plump. Mom tended to dress in soft colors and loose clothes. Not baggy, but not figure flattering either. I'm sure you have seen the type. She could disappear in a small crowd. Nice looking but not noticeable. She has never been the party type. I think the only man in her life had been dad. All that night I. .." Was there anyone who came to you or the searchers offering to help without knowing what was going on?"She thought about that. "Not that I know of, but someone else might."She turned to the crowd that was standing by. She spoke with a few people quietly and finally came back to me. "Kurt Loftin volunteered this morning. No one had called him, he just showed up and offered to help. He lives on the other side of town. He might have heard about the fire, but otherwise no one approached him.". Little Red walked through the bush. She was warned several times never to take the path alone. She did not listen. She knew it all. A little eighteen year old that could not be told anything. Her snooty attitude and lack of knowledge would teach her a lesson today.She walked along that summer morning singing to herself with her IPOD on. The sun shone. The warm day made her perspire slightly. She could not hear the wolves cracking the odd branch as they followed her along the trail. They. Let's remind them that they are not welcome here." My teams are already assembling, General," Bright said. "They'll be in the air as soon as we get information on the landing site." You'll get it as soon as I have it," Jackson promised.Another hour ticked by. Jackson spent much of it reviewing maps and satellite views of the Eden and New Pittsburgh area and checking on the status of the loading of his reinforcements. Finally Sprinkle called him back. He looked worried."What is it?" Jackson.