The clerk laid out the totals after taxes, but Bitterroot wasn’t paying attention, only nodding and giving vague “uh-huh”s or “right”s. There had to be something she could do to help Amanita. Maybe not now, but after she got out of jail. If her new brand of necromancy — raising the recently dead solely to keep them alive — was legal, then she’d be a big help to Bitterroot. Or hospitals or… a huge number of places. But what if she didn’t have anywhere to go? What then? Did she have family? Would that family even want to see her? It didn’t seem fair that, in Equestria of all places, somepony could leave jail and not have anywhere to go. But Bitterroot had no idea when Amanita was going to get out, so she couldn’t really plan ahead. And bounty hunting was an unpredictable job, so it wasn’t like she could just take a vacation, even with her new wealth.