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

fresh snow had settled smooth over the night’s old crust.

There, half-buried in powder, was a steel trap.

Grant stood still. The trap was set open, jaws hidden beneath a careless fan of snow. A chain ran from it toward the brush line, wrapped around the base of a spruce. It was not old. The metal had a fresh, oily smell, and the snow around it held the continue reading …