YOU AIN'T IN ARKANSAS ANYMORE.

"FUCK YOU, TYLER OWENS! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

"Hey!" Tyler laughed as he looked at her over his shoulder. "This is a family channel."

"Well, I'm still gonna kill you if this tornado doesn't kill me first!" Himari snapped, gripping her fastened harness tightly.

Tyler and Boone were in the front seat of the red truck while Himari was tucked away in the back. And the vehicle was driving right toward an EF 3 tornado that was tearing up a cotton field. The other three Wranglers were all safe in the other cars, a good mile away from the storm as they watched the footage from Lily's drone that was following after them.

Boone snickered and pointed his camera at a terrified Himari, wanting to exploit her fear. "Now, Mari, baby, tell everyone watching how you feel as you approach your first tornado with us Wranglers."

Himari glared into the camera. "I feel like fuc—"

"Family show!" Tyler snapped again, but he was laughing, so clearly, he wasn't mad. Then he leaned forward, peering through the rain. "Oh, buddy. I see 'em up ahead. Let's cut 'em off."

"Whoo!" Boone cheered as he turned back around, filming it.

"Cut who off?" Himari asked loudly over the blaring music.

"StormPAR!" Boone let her know. "Look yonder!"

Himari leaned forward as best she could in her harness and spotted a white pickup truck just up ahead, driving toward the tornado from another angle. The same logo that'd been on Scott's shirt was painted on the side of the truck, signaling who was behind the wheel.

She swallowed thickly, wondering if Scott was behind the tinted windows. She really, really hoped not, because the thought of seeing him again now that she knew what he did for a living put a bad taste in her mouth. It wiped away the memory of the taste of his tongue down her throat.

"Is it safe to drive like this?" Himari then questioned as Tyler made a sharp right turn to meet the truck head on.

"It's fine!" Tyler said, likely lying.

The truck threw them all around as he hit a deep hole before the wheels came up off the ground a bit. Then Tyler drove right in front of the white truck, the driver having to swerve quickly to avoid crashing into them. An angry honk sounded as the white truck spun out, getting stuck in the mud. With wide eyes, Himari looked back at them as their tires spun uselessly while Tyler kept at it, heading to the storm once again.

"Are they okay?" she asked curiously.

"Who cares?" Boone snickered. "One less chance they have at profiting off of natural disasters."

"Fair," she mumbled before facing forward once again. And she forgot all about the StormPAR driver and remembered the huge tornado that they were now getting in the path of. "Oh, fuck you, Blondie."

"You ain't my type, Mari," Tyler joked as he put the truck in park. "Alright, now we deploy the augers to keep the truck grounded. You'll be perfectly fine in here. Promise."

"Like when you promised to get me a new Bratz doll for Christmas when I was eleven?" she asked accusingly, wide eyes on the approaching, gray vortex of wind and dirt and debris.

Boone gasped. "You didn't never get her that doll? Oh, you're horrible, Ty."

Tyler just rolled his eyes playfully while turning the music up a bit. "Get comfy, Mari. You ain't in Arkansas anymore."

"Shut up, Dorothy," she muttered while holding onto the harness.

The tornado hit them suddenly, the whole truck shaking and trembling as the wind roared loudly. A squeal left her lips as crops and pieces of debris smacked into the reinforced windows. But the truck didn't seem to take any real damage, as Tyler had promised.

It didn't last long at all, the tornado soon sweeping past the truck and leaving them in a decimated cotton field. And Himari let out a relieved breath as it left them, leaving them with nothing but Tyler's radio filling the silence.

Then, in sync, all three of them shared a look and broke into a fit of laughter. Himari's pulse was drumming rapidly and yet she'd never felt so giddy in her life. It was both terrifying and exhilarating having the storm ram right into them.

"That was great!" Himari gasped as all of them started to climb out of the car to watch the tornado move on.

Boone bounded up to her and shook her shoulders hard, making her laugh even more. "What'n't that the best got-dang thing you ever saw?"

"Hell yeah, it was!" she exclaimed, jumping with him a bit. Then she looked over at Tyler, who was quite smug. "I don't wanna hear it, Blondie."

"You loved it. I knew you'd love it," he chuckled. "Let's get back to the guys and look at the footage—"

"What the hell, Owens?" a new voice shouted.

Himari turned around and saw a vaguely-familiar man with curly hair stomping toward them. He'd come from the white truck that was still stuck in the mud, the same substance staining his nice khaki pants. And he looked pissed as he glared at Tyler.

"Hey there, Javi," Tyler said with a cocky grin. "Fancy seeing you here."

"You could've hit us back there!" Javi snapped. "And we missed out on a prime tornado and its data."

"Well, damn, that is a crying shame," Himari couldn't help but say, making Boone snort.

It drew Javi's attention to her for a moment, and he moved to snap at her only to freeze, looking over her features. Because she was definitely the girl Scott had taken back to his motel room the night before.

"Yeah, Javi, we got a new member of the team," Tyler said, misinterpreting his hesitation. "This here is Himari. Expect to see her around. You know, if you can actually get that fancy truck of yours out of the mud with Scotty back there."

At hearing Scott's name, Himari glanced at the white truck, squinting a bit. She couldn't really make out any features except for his large frame and dark hair as he frustratedly kicked the side of the truck that wasn't budging. But it was definitely Scott, which made her anxious.

"Well, hey," Boone went on, "we'd be happy to help you tow it out."

Javi scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "I don't think we need help from you," he said accusingly. "Not when you got us there in the first place."

"Alright, man," Tyler said, still grinning. "But good luck waiting on that mud to dry..."

As Tyler trailed off, Himari studied him only to find he was studying the sky with narrowed eyes. Then he looked over at the tornado in alarm.

"What is it?" Boone asked him.

"Wind changed. Path is shifting," he explained quickly. "It's gone be heading toward town. We need to get back to the others. Get some food and stuff rustled up in case people need it. Come on."

Himari was in awe as they left Javi standing alone in the field, left to return to his stuck truck. Just like that, Tyler had forgotten all about the childish feud and focused solely on those that might be in danger. There was nothing they could do to warn the town as the fairly large tornado barreled toward them, but they could be there after the fact.

And Himari certainly wasn't expecting to see first hand on her first day how this worked.

With the money from merchandise sales, they purchased food and fixed up kits to hand out to victims. Not only that, but they kept extra shirts on hand to give out to those that'd lost their clothes. While doing that, Tyler and Boone also donned work gloves and helped sift through damaged homes, finding anything salvageable.

Maybe they did dumb shit on their YouTube channel, but this was how they were really making a difference in the world. And after just one afternoon of helping them, Himari had never been so proud of her two useless babysitters.

While Dani and Dexter handled the main table and the other boys cleaned up debris, Lily and Himari were handing out bottles of water and directing people toward the relief zones — they weren't the only ones out there helping. Church and youth groups had gathered as well from the next town over, everyone doing their part.

"Do you have grape juice?" a young girl who couldn't have been older than six was asking Himari as she gave her and her father some water.

"Well, we don't have real grape juice. But back at that table over there, they've got grape flavor packets. Is that okay?" she asked, tilting her head as she thought of the packets to boost electrolytes that Dexter insisted on for those dehydrated. "I bet it'd taste real good with one of those turkey sandwiches."

"Thank you," the father said softly as his daughter started dragging him toward the table.

Once she was alone, Himari smiled sadly before looking at the wrecked area around her. A whole neighborhood was destroyed, houses and businesses in shambles. She didn't know if she was standing next to a flower shop or a home that just had a big flower garden, but the trampled petals were a sad sight.

Finally, she moved to head back to the caravan and load up her arms again, only to stop when she heard Scott's voice. Her head shot around quickly, seeking him out in the crowd of wandering people.

He was covered in mud, something she'd have laughed at if he wasn't standing with some older man in a suit, both talking to a worn-out looking man surrounded by destroyed books and the remains of the bookshop he owned. Himari froze and listened in, a frown on her face.

"This is my Uncle Marshall Riggs," Scott was saying as the suited man nodded. Then he shook the shop owners's hand.

"Howdy there," Riggs said. "I hate to see this happen to your little store."

"It was... it was all I had," the man said in a hollow voice. Tears filled his eyes as he looked around him at the ruin.

"And I am sympathetic to your plights and losses," Riggs went on. "Which is why I'd like to help you if you'd let me. I'd like to buy you—"

Himari couldn't listen any more, letting out a scoff as she quickly stormed away. And the sound just barely reached Scott's ears, who looked up curiously. Only for a second, he caught sight of her walking off, his face scrunching up in confusion for a moment.

What the hell was she doing there?

"Himari?" Scott asked, leaving his uncle's side, who was too busy with his pitch anyway.

Himari didn't actually hear him, too engrossed with her angry thoughts. Because of course, Tyler and Boone had been telling the truth. Of course, Scott had heartlessly stood in front of a crying man who'd just lost everything, not giving a damn, knowing good and well that his uncle was about to undersell the poor fellow. It was sick and disgusting to someone like Himari, who'd grown up with almost nothing, which meant her things meant even more to her.

Scott and Marshall Riggs were clearly the type of men that thought money solved everything, even a loss as great as what these people were going through. But money didn't replace memories and photo albums and lives, because three people had died in this storm.

Her anger just built and built as she got closer to the caravan, only to be pulled to a sudden stop as a large hand grabbed her wrist. She whirled around, that glare still on her face, and Scott flinched at the sight.

His blue eyes scanned her face, quickly noting that she wasn't injured, which meant she hadn't been present for the storm. He was relieved by that fact, he found. But now he was just dying to know what the hell she was doing in the same town as him for the second day in a row.

And Scott was not going to like the answer.