"She doesn't know what he looks like," Tom pointed out impatiently. He dug in a cammo pocket, pulling out old matches, thinking they could get gas from the car if it came to it. The fire would take time to get threatening. Whoever set it would have time to get back long before the ants started crawling out of their hill.

"One of us is going in there, Mike." His mouth was set in a thin line, ready to fight.