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

his forehead briefly into Grant’s chest.

Grant closed his eyes for one second. Only one.

They reached the cabin before dawn. Ray was waiting on the porch with two deputies, his face carved into something grim enough that nobody made small talk. Grant handed over the camera card, the photos backed up twice, the location notes, and a description of the continue reading …