He thought he was checking out illegal logging in the Idaho mountains-until he found a German Shepherd locked in a frozen cage, staring at him like it had been waiting for exactly one person
They moved through terrain no truck could cross, down the creek bed, under alder limbs, over ice that groaned beneath their weight. A third shot snapped a branch somewhere behind them. Then distance and trees swallowed the men’s voices.
Grant did not stop until the forest opened near an old beaver pond.
He crouched behind a fallen cedar,continue reading …
