They marched along in silence for some time, a certain tension permeating the air that felt a lot like mistrust on the hunters' part, although whether it was suspicion of emma's actual authority or a fear that she might not be as willing to take the necessary measures as they were went undiscussed.

"Haven't seen a damn track since we got out here," Butch eventually complained, keeping an eye on the snow. "Ain't no way that thing wouldn't leave a mark."

A short distance off, a little cabin became visible just beyond a hill. Tom Selleck jerked his head that way. "Maybe we should see if they've noticed anything." Without waiting, he headed in that direction, stalking towards the cabin with a determined, unfriendly set to his jaw.

Outside the cabin, despite the snow, a young man with no winterwear - merely a leather jacket - leans, smoking a cigarette.