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Fire depts. showed up

Fire depts. showed up by ladyhildegarde
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The fire depts. from Crowley, Rendon and Everman came. Even though it may look like the deep country here, I'm glad it's not. City services here are good.

They used the hydrant outside our home, stayed all afternoon. There was even a police car and ambulance.

At the beginning though watching the fire trucks drive right into the flames was terrifying. I realized how dangerous it really is. They did not hold back and hose it down. They jumped off the truck and went right into it.

It was more stressful than I even realized at the time, still trying to take in all I saw yesterday.

The only casualty was Nathan's tractor. The policeman said if we put new tires and belts on it it would probably be fine. It will be a while till he does anything with it, but I think he will go back to it in a while when the drought is over.

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