Cicadas choke the dusk as a dust storm claws the Badlands ; a federal survey goes silent, and a wildfire scout (Fanning) follows heat signatures that shift like ghosts. Brody, a haunted tracker with three‑dot scars, reads the rocks while something reads them back .

Clicks in the wind. Tri‑laser blooms. Then chaos: a cliff‑spine sprint under sheet lightning , bison bones rigged as tripwire totems, a net‑gun pin that fillets the dark . Cloak shimmers; mud and UV ash become armor .

They fight smart—decoy flares, mirrored canteens, a drone baited with blood heat . Final gambit: a decommissioned missile silo where steel kills echo. The mask tilts; we’re reflected. Hunt—or be history. Score snarls with analog synth and rattling drums.