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

lower crack. His tail was still. He did not growl this time, which made Grant move faster.

Grant took his jacket from the peg, opened the door two inches, and let the cold slide in. Atlas pushed past him onto the porch, favoring the bad leg but moving with purpose. He crossed the boards, went down the steps, and stopped at the edge of the yard where continue reading …