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

the places a truck could tuck behind trees. Nothing. The dog held the growl for another few seconds, then lowered his head again, but he did not sleep.

Grant drove the rest of the way with his jaw tight.

His cabin sat north of Tamarack where the county road gave up and private gravel began. It was small, square, built of timber and stone by a man who continue reading …