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

trees for side money.”

“No.”

“This is organized.”

Grant looked through the receipts. Stations along secondary roads. Late-night purchases. Diesel, chainsaw oil, propane. The map in his mind began drawing itself: enter from the creek road, cut above the boundary markers, move logs to a hidden deck, trap wildlife and strays that might expose the work, leave continue reading …