the tranquilizer dart finds its mark in the wolf's fleshy shoulder. the wolf takes off running, but almost immediately slows, sits, then lies down.
anne marie is taping the wolf's retreat. looking through the viewfinder, she crosses a gully between a pipeline piling and a rock formation. eric turns toward her and a glint of light in the debris at her feet catches his eye.
suddenly, sportsman #3 reaches inside his parka and pulls the pistol. he swings it toward lemalle.
eric opens the rear hatchback and digs through the plentiful supplies. still in their packages are some matchbox-sized elt locating beacons.
wilder has come in the back way and stands behind corbett with a 12-gauge shotgun. he kicks corbett's magnum out of reach.
viking bob ambles over to kenai.
kenai helps wilder up. pissed, wilder shoves him against the cabin.
viking bob turns and takes the literal high road -- a narrow trail above the roadway that wilder's truck is on.
he turns and, indeed, eric is right behind him.
viking bob hurries in and whispers something in mitchell's ear. mitchell shoots lemalle a look and gets up. the threesome hastily exit, leaving behind the hat full of money.
a foraging grizzly sniffs around, attracted by the smell of fresh carrion -- wilder. eight feet tall and eleven-hundred pounds, it's used to having its way. right now, it's hungry.
in the back, anne marie drags an evergreen tree branch behind her to cover her tracks in the snow, then climbs into the utility compartment where wilder's body was stored.
the light reveals wilder's feet swinging back and forth above their heads. his body is suspended in the manner of a trail cache. viking bob lets out a startled grunt. he and mitchell shine their lights on wilder's face.
outside, there is the high-pitched whine of a snowmobile driving into town. eric cautiously follows the sound.
it's anne marie. she gasps. seeing eric, she's more angry than relieved. eric puts the gun back in his waistband.
eric and corbett face the window. they don't notice as anne marie quietly shimmies outside through the narrow dumb waiter shaft to the back of the rental cabin. eric turns, gasping as he realizes she's gone. corbett smiles sardonically.
anne marie crouches behind a tree, twenty feet behind lemalle. after a moment, she tiptoes back toward the rental cabin.
hidden in the shadows, eric drops the end of the twine and rushes toward the front door with corbett in tow.
the bullet just misses eric. he panics and wildly returns fire with the .357.
suddenly, lemalle stumbles into the depot, the blankets and furs dragging at his feet. his right side is bathed in blood. half-frozen, bled dry, he looks ready to drop down dead. in his left hand, impossibly, he still clutches the massive remington.
there is a moment of silence. corbett looks at the other weapons near him, and then at meyerling. threatened, meyerling pulls out a .380 automatic. before eric can do anything, meyerling fires.