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

steepened. “Please tell me he’s not taking us to Canada.”

“Too far west.”

“Good. I didn’t bring snacks for international law.”

Grant almost smiled. He had forgotten Ray could still do that—drop a dry line into a bad hour without cheapening it.

Atlas stopped in a shallow hollow that looked like nothing at all. Wind had filled it with loose snow, smoothing continue reading …