The Smoke Jumper

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In a searing novel of love and loyalty, guilt and honor, the acclaimed author of the #1 New York Times bestseller The Horse Whisperer gives his millions of readers another hero...

The Smoke Jumper

His name is Connor Ford and he falls like an angel of mercy from the sky, braving the flames to save the woman he loves but knows he cannot have. For Julia Bishop is the partner of his best friend and fellow “smoke jumper,” Ed Tully. Julia loves them ...

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Overview

In a searing novel of love and loyalty, guilt and honor, the acclaimed author of the #1 New York Times bestseller The Horse Whisperer gives his millions of readers another hero...

The Smoke Jumper

His name is Connor Ford and he falls like an angel of mercy from the sky, braving the flames to save the woman he loves but knows he cannot have. For Julia Bishop is the partner of his best friend and fellow “smoke jumper,” Ed Tully. Julia loves them both—until a fiery tragedy on Montana’s Snake Mountain forces her to choose between them, and burns a brand on all their hearts.

In the wake of the fire, Connor embarks on a harrowing journey to the edge of human experience, traveling the world’s worst wars and disasters to take photographs that find him fame but never happiness. Reckless of a life he no longer wants, again and again he dares death to take him, until another fateful day on another continent, he must walk through fire once more...

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Editorial Reviews

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"[Evans’] richest work to date...compulsively readable."
The Denver Post

"Epic...compelling...crackles with suspense."
The Seattle Times

"Brim[s] with cowboy stoicism and wide-open spaces...Evans possesses an unusual ability to write big, all-encompassing, almost cinematic scenes."
USA Today

Publishers Weekly
With fists over their hearts, best friends Connor Ford and Ed Tully shout out "hearts of fire" before parachuting into devastating forest fires to extinguish them. Working side by side in life-threatening circumstances, this unlikely pair (Connor is a Montana cowboy and freelance photographer; Ed is a Chicago musician and would-be playwright) bond through their summer job. Ed's girlfriend, Julia, counsels troubled teens in the Montana wilderness and, though neither one acknowledged it, when Connor and Julia met sparks flew. All three of their lives change irreparably when Julia is trapped in a raging forest fire. Ed becomes blinded during the rescue, and Connor saves Julia. Julia marries Ed out of a sense of responsibility, and a frustrated Connor leaves for years to travel the globe as a war photographer. Although it sounds like an extravagant soap opera, and occasionally feels that way, Evans's (The Horse Whisperer and The Loop) latest novel is about more than just a complicated love triangle. From its opening line, "The important things in life always happen by accident," this is a tale of fate and the search for happiness and self-fulfillment. Conger's strong, clear reading has an edge accentuating the danger of Connor's life, yet at the same time his voice is a source of integrity and calm that anchors the story. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440235163
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/30/2002
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 576
  • Sales rank: 224,573
  • Product dimensions: 6.88 (w) x 10.88 (h) x 1.25 (d)

Meet the Author

Nicholas Evans is the author of two international bestsellers and already boasts nearly 20 million copies of his books in print worldwide. He lives in London. Learn more about him at www.nicholasevans.com.

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ONE

The important things in life always happened by accident. At fifteen she didn't know much, in fact, with each passing year she was a lot less clear about most things. But this much she did know. You could worry yourself sick trying to be a better person, spend a thousand sleepless nights figuring out how to live clean and decent and honest, you could make a plan and bolt it in place, kneel by your bed every night and swear to God you'd stick to it, hell, you could go to church and promise properly. You could cross your heart seven times with your eyes tight shut, cut your thumb and squeeze it and pen solemn vows on a rock with your own blood then throw it in the river at the stroke of midnight. And then, out of the black beyond, like a hawk on a rat, some nameless catastrophe would swoop into your life and turn everything upside down and inside out forever.

Skye later reckoned that on the night in question that old hawk must have been outside sitting up on the roof biding his time and watching the rat have a little fun, because it all started in a real low-key kind of way when those two women came sashaying into the bar.

She didn't know who they were but what they were was plain for all the world. They were wearing more make-up than clothes and she could tell from the way they swayed on their high heels that they were already hazed with drink. They both wore tight little tops, one red, one silver and fringed, and the woman in front, who had long black hair and breasts propped up like melons on a shelf, had a skirt so short she needn't have bothered. The music in the bar was thumping loud and the black-haired woman tried a little shimmy to it as she walked and almost fell.

The men they were with were close behind them and obscured, steering them through the crowd. Both wore cowboy hats and from the corner booth across the room where Skye and her friends were sitting, she couldn't make out their faces. Not that she was remotely interested. She was more than a little hazed with drink herself. The lights were dimmed to a dull red glow and through the hanging curl of smoke all she registered was a couple of sad forty-something-year-old guys chasing their youth and doubtless cheating on their wives. Skye looked away. She picked up her beer and drank, then lit another cigarette.

She watched them mostly because she was bored, which was kind of sad too, considering it was her birthday. Jed and Calvin were slumped stoned and speechless beside her, Roxy was still crying into her hands at something Craig had said to her, and Craig was still cussing on and on about his goddamn heap of a car breaking down. Another great night in fun city, Skye said to herself and took another swig. Happy birthday to me.

The bar was a godforsaken dump so close to the railroad that the bottles shook and clinked whenever a train went by. For reasons that weren't too hard to fathom, the cops left the place alone and so long as you weren't in diapers, the staff turned a blind eye to underage drinking. Consequently much of the clientele was around the same age as Skye. A lot younger for sure than the four who had just walked in. They were at the bar now and stood waiting to be served. They had their backs to her and Skye again found herself staring at them.

She watched the tall man's hands moving on the black-haired woman's hips and on her ass and up her spine to her bare shoulders and saw him lean in close, nuzzling her neck. God, he was licking her. How gross some guys were. What was it with women? How could they stand being slobbered over by jerks like him? The whole sex trip was something Skye still didn't get and doubted she ever would. Oh sure, she did it. Everybody did. But she still couldn't figure out why it was cracked up to be such a big deal.

The man must have whispered something dirty because the woman suddenly threw back her head laughed raucously and made a playful attempt to slap him. The man laughed too and swiveled to avoid her and his hat fell off and for the first time Skye could see his face.

It was her stepfather.

In those few moments before his eyes met hers she glimpsed in his face a look she had never seen before, a kind of inner face that was still just a boy's, loose and joyful and strangely frail. Then she saw him recognize her and saw the boy vanish as swiftly as he had appeared. His face clouded and clenched and became again the one she knew and feared and loathed, the one she saw when he came back in the early hours to the trailer seething with drink and fury and called her mother a squaw bitch and beat her until she howled for mercy and then turned his foul attention upon Skye.

He straightened up and put his hat on the bar and said something to the woman who turned to consider Skye with a look that lay somewhere between disdain and disinterest. Now he was heading toward the booth. Skye squashed out her cigarette, hoping he hadn't seen it. She stood up.

"Let's go," she said quietly.

But she was trapped in the booth. On one side Roxy was sobbing into Craig's shoulder and hadn't heard and on the other Calvin and Jed were still out of it. Her stepfather reached the table, his eyes taking in the evidence: the beer bottles, the brimming ashtrays, the comatose bums she chose to hang out with.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"Come on, it's my birthday." It was pathetic but worth a try. She even thought of calling him "Dad" as she briefly had when he and her mom married, before he revealed just what a mean, disgusting sonofabitch he really was. But she couldn't bring herself to utter the word.

"Don't give me that shit. You're just fifteen years old! What the fuck do you think you're at?"

"Aw, give her a break, man. We're only having a little fun." It was Jed, who had resurfaced. Skye's stepfather leaned across and grabbed him by the throat, hauling him halfway across the table.

"You dare talk to me like that, you little slice of shit."

Jed's weight made the table tilt and everything on it except for him slid off onto the floor in an avalanche of breaking glass. Craig was on his feet now and he tried to grab Skye's stepfather by the arm but her stepfather twisted himself around and with the hand that wasn't throttling Jed punched the boy full in the face. Roxy screamed.

"For godsake," Skye shouted. "Stop it! Stop it!"

She was aware that everyone in the bar was staring at them. One of the waiters was coming over along with the man her stepfather had arrived with.

"Hey folks, let's cool it here, shall we?" the waiter said.

Skye's stepfather shoved Jed back into his seat so hard his head slammed against the back of the booth. Craig was on his knees bleeding from the mouth and Roxy was sobbing over him, trying to help him. Skye's stepfather's chest was heaving and his eyes were narrowed and dark and he turned them on the waiter.

"Did you serve alcohol to these kids?"

The waiter held up his hands. "Sir, let's keep things calm now, please."

He was slightly built and about a foot shorter than Skye's stepfather. He had long hair tied back in a ponytail.

"Did you? Did you serve them alcohol?"

"They said they were twenty-one."

"And you believed that? Did you ask for their I.D.?"

"Sir, could we talk about this—"

"Did you?"

Skye stood up and pushed her way out of the booth.

"Look, we're going, okay? We're going!"

Her stepfather spun around and lifted his hand to hit her and although all her instincts told her to cower, somehow she managed not to and instead stood her ground, glaring at him. She could smell his cologne and it was so cloying and the memories it stirred so foul that it almost made her gag.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me."

It was little more than a whisper. But it stopped him or maybe it was all the eyes upon him that did it. Whatever it was, he lowered his hand.

"Get your ass home, you little Indian whore. I'll see to you later."

"The only whores in here are the two you came in with."

He made a lunge for her but she ducked out of his reach and ran for the door. Over her shoulder she saw that his friend and the waiter had grabbed his arms to stop him coming after her. She burst into the night and started to run.

The air hung hot and humid and she could feel the tears running on her cheeks and it made her almost choke with anger that she should be so weak as to let that bastard make her cry. A freight train was going by and she ran alongside, watching the lights beyond it strobe between the wagons. There were lights on her side of the rails too, strung on a wire above her, each with its own frenzied aura of insects. The train seemed many miles long and from afar, already out of town, she heard the mournful wail of the engine like a verdict on the sorry place through which it had passed. Had it been traveling more slowly she would have climbed on board and let it bear her wherever in the world it was headed.

She ran and ran like she always ran. And it didn't matter where because wherever it was couldn't be worse than where she was and where she had been. She'd run away first when she was five and done it many times since. And it always got her into trouble but, what the hell, what kind of trouble was there that she hadn't seen already?

She ran now until her smoke-seared lungs could take no more, and as she stopped, the train's last wagon went by and she stood slumped with her hands on her knees, gasping and watching its taillights grow smaller and smaller until the night swallowed them as if they never had been. Somewhere way off in the darkness a dog was barking and a man yelled for it to cease but it paid no heed.

"Never mind. You can catch the next one."

The voice startled her. It was male and close at hand. Skye scanned the darkness around her. She was in what appeared to be an abandoned lumberyard. She couldn't see him.

"Over here."

He was sitting on the ground, leaning against a stack of rotting fence posts overgrown with weeds and he looked as if he might almost have melted out of it for his hair was long and tangled and so was his beard. He was a white boy, older than Skye. Eighteen or nineteen maybe and very thin. He was wearing torn jeans and a T-shirt emblazoned with a roaring Chinese dragon. A dust-covered duffel bag lay on the ground beside him. He was rolling a joint.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not. What the fuck is it to you anyhow?"

He shrugged. For a while neither of them spoke. Skye turned away as if she had other things to do or think about. She wiped the wet off her cheeks, trying not to let him see. She knew she should probably walk away. All kinds of freaks and psychos hung out down here by the railroad. But something within her, some hapless craving for comfort or company, made her stay. She looked at him again. He licked the cigarette paper and sealed the joint, then lit it and took a long draw. He held it out to her.

"Here."

"I don't do drugs."

"Sure."

The car they stole belonged to somebody with small kids. There were little seats fitted in the back and the floor was littered with toys and picture books and candy wrappers. The boy knew what he was doing, for it took him only a couple of minutes to pop the door lock and get the engine going. They stopped after a few miles so he could switch the plates with another car.

He said his name was Sean and she told him hers and that was all they knew about each other except for some common hurt or longing that didn't need uttering. Nothing else seemed to matter, not where they were going nor why.

They drove north until they hit the interstate then headed west with a river to one side and the dawn rearing in a widening red scar over the endless plains behind them. Neither of them spoke for a long time and Skye sat turned in her seat looking back and waiting for the sun to show itself and when finally it did it set the land aflame with crimson and purple and gold and flung long shadows from the cottonwoods and rocks and from the black cattle that grazed beside the river and Skye thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her whole life.

On the floor she found a picture book that she remembered from elementary school. It was about a little boy called Bernard whose parents always ignore him. One day a monster appears in the backyard and Bernard runs inside to tell them but still they just ignore him. The monster eats him and goes into the house and roars at the parents but they think it's Bernard fooling around and ignore him. And because they're not scared, the monster loses all his confidence. Skye turned to the last page which always used to make her feel sad. The poor old monster has been sent to bed and is sitting all alone and forlorn in the dark, feeling a total failure.

They pulled off the interstate to get gas. There was a diner there that was just opening and they bought coffee and muffins and settled themselves to eat at a table by the window while an old woman mopped the floor around them. While they ate he asked her how old she was and she lied and told him she was seventeen. She said she'd been born in South Dakota and was half Oglala Sioux, on her mother's side, and he said that was cool but she told him that she didn't think it was and anyhow she didn't know anything about that people or their history except that it was full of pain and misery and she already had enough of both to be getting along with, thanks very much.

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  • Posted January 31, 2011

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    Made for TV

    Hot fire fighters, a love triangle, and Montana. I've never read a book with quite this mix before, but it worked in it's own way. Even though some parts seemed a bit far fetched, I couldn't stop reading. If there was a "made for TV" genre of books, this would fit right in.

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  • Posted May 29, 2010

    Pretty good story-

    This book was good. It was a nice story but a bit predictable. This is the story of Connor and Ed. They are smoke jumpers (fascinating job). Ed falls in love with and marries Julia. When Ed and Julia meet it is truly love at first sight. Julia is a counselor and working with teens in the mountains. A fire breaks out and Ed and Connor come to rescue Julia. This book is written by the same guy that wrote, "The Horse Whisperer". Even though you knew what was going to happen, it was a good story that kept you interested.

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  • Posted April 19, 2010

    I love this book.

    This is my favorite book. I loved this book. You really connect with the characters. You love them, you smile with them and you cry with them. This is the kind of story that sticks with you for a long time. I usually pass my books on to other people after I read them...but this book stays with me forever. I highly recommend this book!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2010

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    Loved This Book!

    I thoroughly enjoyed this story. It pulled me in and didn't let go until the final page. Nicholas Evans is a wonderful storyteller. I would recommend this to anyone and everyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2009

    I couldn't wait to finish it so I could be done with this story.

    The story was predictable most of the time and the characters were developed but I didn't like their motives. It seemed like no one was every completely happy and that left me uneasy and unsatisfied. It seemed like the characters and plot could have been developed more. I bawled when reading the letter Ed left for Julia.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2008

    perfect combination

    a perfect combinatin of love, tragedy and friendship, i enjoyed every moment of this novel. it captured me from page one. and this is the first book i actually want to finish with out being forced to read the next page. Great Author, looking forward to reading much more from N. Evans

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2007

    Tops my fav list of books!

    This was an amazing book! A page turner and at the same time a love story that pulls you into the characters lives as if you have known them for years. Brilliantly written with a great plot that keeps you reading until the ultimate ending. It is one of my all time fav books!!! If you like his other books, for example The Loop, you'll love this one! It has drama, excitement and a great love story entwined. I highly recommend this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2006

    Not That Good

    There were times when the novel was great but for the most part it was a waste. It read way too much like a soap opera and was a bit cliched. Evans allowed the readers to get too attached to Ed and then put him through a series of tragedies resulting in his death. Instead of sympathizing with Julia and Connor I found my self cringing everytime they shared a scene. I didn't even want to finish it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2005

    Good Enough Not to Put Down

    Great writing, although I'll admit that there were some plot lines that were drawn out and kept away from the main drama of the story. It truly envoked emotions in me, and I loved reading it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2005

    moving

    I think that this book was truly moving. while i was at first turned off at what appeared to be a 'love triangle' the author managed not to cross that line and remained very tasteful by staying away from infidelity. An excellent read, very powerful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2005

    An Epic

    This is a really good book. I would recommend it to anybody. There were times when it was a bit drawn out, but overall the writing was wonderful. This could make a great movie.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2005

    A Good Read

    While I thought that some emotions and character reactions were unrealistic, I still found this book to be very moving. I was astonished at the amount of research the author had to have done to write a convincing novel that covered everything from smoke jumping in Missoula, the war in Bosnia and African religious wars. The author takes us on a journey through three peoples lives stopping just short of a messy love triangle. Through marriage, birth, estrangement and death, Evans clear and precise writing makes 'The Smoke Jumper' worth turning every page. This book was more than a love story, it's the battle of good and evil, finding hope and living life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2005

    This book really pulls you in!

    I absolutely LOVED this book! Evans writes his characters in such a way that I was immediately swept into their lives and their emotions. I can't wait to read his other books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2005

    He does it again

    This man is an Outstanding writer!! Every one of his books is 5 star! This one included. He makes you feel like your right there jumping out of the plane into the blaze!!! I hope he hurries and writes more books~

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2005

    The Smoke Jumper

    this book was very good, it makes the reader fell like he/she is experiencing the conflict. this book touches emotions that many didnt know that they had. this book has an effect on your life forever. it will enchant you and make you think about and appricate life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2005

    New Fan

    This book touches every emotion that a man can experience. Connor Ford lives the life that most men dreamed of in their youth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2004

    Best Book Ever Written!

    I loved this book the first time I read it, and I loved it even more the second time. It sucks you in so you seem like your right there in the action. I have to say this is the best book I've ever read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2004

    Awesome Awesome Book!

    This book is one the best I have ever read! I love the way the author links everything together. This book is very emotional and I really like it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2004

    A great inspiring book

    The book was great after the slow confusing start of it. After all that the book was exellent it pulled me in, and I coundnt quit reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2004

    Fan the Flames!

    The Smoke Jumper was either misnamed or confused about which of several stories it wanted to tell. So it told them all. And unless you are Pat Conroy, it's a very difficult task to do. The first chapters are devoted to an exciting tale of two smoke jumpers. (It's not clear at first which smoke jumper is indicated by the title until one of them exits.) The remaining chapters drag the reader through a painful accounting of self-discovery and unrequited love. The two in question spend torturous years apart trying to cool the heat between them. So much so, that before the book ended, I heard myself shout, 'For pity sake, just jump on each other and get it over with!' In other words, you might say this book, on so many levels, delivered way too much smoke and not enough fire.

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