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

They wore work jackets stained with sap, heavy boots, and the kind of confidence men borrowed when they were not sure the law had arrived before them. The tallest carried himself like a foreman, lean and bearded, eyes moving past Grant into the cabin. The second was thick through the chest, red-faced, his breath smelling faintly of beer even in the continue reading …