"Excuse me, ma'am," a male voice said, his voice a slow methodical drawl. Though to be fair, almost everypony sounded like they were talking slow when Dust listened to them. She stopped, turning slightly so she could see the speaker. A thickly-built earth pony with a sheriff's star as a cutie mark, taller than she was and wearing a rope on his belt and a wide-brimmed hat. "Name's Long Arm. I don't mean to trouble you, but... who is this you're traveling with?"