I snickered as he left; a decent working dog would be much better and faster at the search, but almost all of them had been killed in the initial panic. I could almost understand the German Shepherds, but killing the Black Labs and other bomb-sniffers was short sighted.

We made it to Red Lake about nine at night, and decided to stop in at a local bar to see what was going on and get some burgers. The place was full of Homeland Security, law enforcement and military personnel since they were flooding the area to establish the boundary around the wilderness. Listening to their conversations was illuminating for me;...