“Good, good.” Catskill thought like she’d never thought before. How to avoid getting shot? Stay out of their line of sight. Bullets could only go in a straight line. So where was the gunmare? The bullet had come from the same cliff they’d come down from, right? Probably. “Wait here.” Catskill edged for the corner, wishing she had her spyglass. She peeked around the edge of the building and looked up at the cliff. She could barely make out a cluster of ponies there. Three? Four? It was hard to tell. Something- BANG. -flashed and a bullet whistled by her ear. By the time she pulled back, snowflakes were already flying through the air from the impact.