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 current, placing his good foot first, testing each surface before committing weight. On the far side he sat facing a pine.

Ray followed the line of his gaze and found the camera.

It was strapped high, painted in a rough camouflage pattern, aimed down toward the bend where anyone crossing the creek would pass through frame. Ray bagged it carefully,continue reading …