INT. - MAMA ROAN'S TRAILER - NIGHT

Mama Roan groaned in the dark, her people close around her, supporting her. Someone trickled water between her lips, making her eyelids flutter, brightness too sharp for her old eyes.

They'd brought her inside, circling her bed, packed tight into her bedroom, the feel of the tribe in her small trailer like a pack of fearful wolves waiting for their leader to falter. She would not. Could not. They needed her, now more than ...