They reached a wide street. Bitterroot moved a few yards laterally to put some space between her and them. The two ponies started walking across the street when the ranger suddenly stopped. It looked like she was looking around at something, but she was far enough away to be at the edge of visibility, so it was hard to tell. Bitterroot tiptoed to the edge of the roof and leaned out for a better look. Why was she tiptoeing? She couldn’t be heard-