Ranger Darren Kincaid

…We tore for the headlights. The truck fishtailed to a halt and Ranger Darren Kincaid vaulted out, shotgun half raised. He shouted something about permits, about night closures, but the words died when the sub-base echo rolled over us and the trees beyond the bluff bent in a ripple, as if something enormous brushed them aside. Kincaid hustled us into the cab…