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

was finally warming the cab, fogging the lower corners of the windshield. Grant kept one hand on the wheel and the other near the dog’s shoulder, close enough to steady him, not close enough to crowd him.

They were three miles from the ridge when the Shepherd’s body changed. His head came up. His nostrils flared. A sound gathered low in his chest, not continue reading …