We see a herd of antelope through the crosshairs of a rifle. A Texan man named Llewellyn Moss is trying to shoot the deer from a very long way off. We're talking sniper distance, which suggests that Moss thinks pretty highly of his shooting.
He shoots and hits his target, but not where he wanted. The bullet hits the antelope in the back leg instead of some more deadly area, so the creature runs off along with the rest of its herd.
Moss goes to inspect the blood that the antelope left behind. He looks through his binoculars and sees a wounded dog hobbling around in the distance, then turns to follow the trail of blood that this dog has left.
The blood leads Moss to a group of trucks parked in the middle of the desert. From a distance, Moss can't see anyone moving among the trucks.
Moss goes to inspect, gun at the ready. There are all kinds of dead men and dogs lying among the trucks, so it's safe to say that something bad went down here.
Moss looks inside one of the trucks and finds a Mexican man who's not quite dead yet. The man asks for water, but Moss casually answers that he doesn't have any and walks away with the man's gun and ammo.
Moss looks in the back of the man's truck and finds millions of dollars' worth of drugs. Whoa! This little outing just got a lot more interesting.
He asks the man in the truck who made it out of the firefight alive. The man doesn't answer, but asks in Spanish for Moss to close the truck door because wolves will come for him. Moss ignores him and walks away with the door open.
Moss ruminates on what he would do if he made it out of the battle alive and was stranded in the desert. He follows his gut and finds a dead man sitting under the shade of a tree. As Moss expected, the dude is holding a briefcase full of money.
Moss takes the briefcase and heads back to his truck.