It is 3 a.m. and the checkpoint is the last lit thing on the road. An RCMP officer waves the trucks through one by one, her radio crackling with crews working the fire somewhere in the dark. She tells you the order is mandatory: once you pass, the road closes behind you. Behind you, the shelter animals and Dale's dogs have maybe a day. She raises a hand at your window and waits. Behind her, another truck is already rolling up.
The Ones Left Behind