EXT. DAN CROWHEART'S CABIN -- DAY.

Cory stands on the little porch with TRIBAL POLICE CHIEF BEN SHOYO, 50, kind, round face and large, heavy frame.

They watch the storm throw snow at the earth like shrapnel.

Barely visible to the left of the house are THREE TRIBAL POLICE TRUCKS. EMPTY FLAT-BED TRAILERS ATTACHED TO THE BUMPERS. AN AMBULANCE IS PARKED BESIDE THEM.

Two snowmobiles sit in front of the house. Ben lights a smoke.

CROWHEART

FBI's taking a while, eh.

BEN

Road's bad out of Riverton. I hate to move her before they've had a look, but I'm not gonna try to pull her out after dark. We gotta get this show on the road.

Cory steps out into the snow. Kicks at it with his boot.

CORY

We're losing the tracks.

BEN

This ain't letting up. Not for a while.

CORY

Oughta let me follow 'em while I still can.

BEN

Can't have you out there without the FBI's okay, Cory.

Cory looks back to the men on the porch.

CORY

You call her folks yet, Ben?

BEN

I want to get her to Lander first. It looks like Natalie, but I don't want to call the wrong person. Not about this.

Beat.

CORY

It's Natalie.

We look out from the porch and can barely make out -- A BLACK SUV, crawling through the snow on the main road.

CORY (CONT'D)

There's your Feds.

INT. BLACK SUV -- CONTINUOUS.

FBI AGENT JANE BANNER, 28, struggles to see through the snow as her GPS directs her.

GPS

In seventy-five feet, turn right.

JANE

... Where?!

GPS

Turn right ... Turn right.

JANE

Where do you want me to turn right?? WHERE!!!

Dirty-blonde hair falls over a pretty face as she peers closer to the windshield in an attempt to see where the hell she's supposed to go.

EXT. DAN CROWHEART'S CABIN -- PORCH -- DAY.

Dan, Ben, and Cory look at the SUV -- barely visible through the storm -- PULL TO A STOP on the highway.

CROWHEART

What are these fools doing?

CORY

Can't see the road.

Beat.

BEN

We don't have time for this.

CORY

I'll go get 'em.

Cory walks to his snowmobile.

INT. JANE'S SUV -- CONT.

She can barely make out the house a quarter-mile away, and the police vehicles -- white themselves -- are completely invisible.

Jane pulls a ROAD ATLAS out and studies it. Looks back out the window.

Hears what sounds like the whine of a CHAIN SAW.

Cory appears from the snow like a wraith, pulls up beside Jane's window. Knocks on it. No idea a gun is now pointed at him on the other side of the vehicle's door.

She cracks the window, leery.

CORY

You FBI?

JANE

... You Tribal Police?

CORY

No. But I'll take you to them. This thing in four-wheel drive?

JANE

Are you kidding?

CORY

Alright, follow me.

Cory whips the snowmobile around, spewing snow, then drives toward the house.

GPS

In fifty feet --

Jane pounds the power button with her fist.

JANE

Shut up.

Jane puts the SUV in gear and follows. The police vehicles come into view, as does Ben, standing on the porch. His uniform is her first evidence this isn't an ambush. Cory has already parked and is walking back to the protection of the overhang.

She slams the SUV in park and opens the vehicle door.