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

the sky washed pale and hard, the snow throwing back every scrap of light. Lodgepole pines stood under their white burden, straight and dark and patient. The road narrowed after the third switchback, snowbanks closing in until the truck brushed frozen branches on both sides.

Grant was watching for tire tracks, sawdust, smoke—ordinary signs of an illegal continue reading …