But in spite of their speed, three miles could be quite the distance, especially on uneven terrain like this, and the minutes stretched painfully on as they passed one mile, two, three, without any indication of where the blunderbuss had been fired. Bitterroot dimly reflected that, technically, they didn’t even know the shot was associated with Amanita at all. By the time they reached the location of the shot, Amanita was probably going to be long gone.