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

a door.

Jenna came by halfway through with a bag of dog food and an expression that said she knew better than to interrupt. She stood beside Atlas for a while, hands in her coat pockets.

“You all right?” she asked Grant.

He kept working the metal. “Yes.”

“True answer?”

He looked up then. Jenna had a way of making a person regret laziness.

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