He toed the charcoaled remains of the cabin when he returned a week later. When the fire swept through here, all he had time to collect were a few pictures, the family Bible, and a six-pack of beer from the fridge. His journey down the one-lane dirt road included plenty of billowing smoke and flame, sparks and ash. The Jeep, traveling at a speed only slightly faster than the fire, but definitely faster than was safe for the conditions, managed to make it to the main road before running out of gas. Probably should have prepared better. Good thing a passing sherif stopped to give him a lift to a safer location. They shared a beer as they watched the conflagration from a distance.