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

over the depression until only a faint crescent remained near the edge. The dog sat, head high, and stared at the ground.

Grant dug first with his gloves, then with the small folding shovel from his pack. After six inches, the blade struck plastic.

Ray stopped complaining about snacks.

Together they uncovered a gray storage bin buried beneath branches continue reading …