Books and plays always portrayed bounty hunting as some kind of awesome profession, with every hunter as some kind of one-mare-army super-mercenary. In Bitterroot’s mind, it was basically being a cop without the infrastructure. (Not that she knew, having never been a cop — or a royal guard, for that matter.) Following a target’s trail — physical trails, paper trails, contact trails, whatever — made up about ninety percent of her work. Not that Bitterroot minded, but there were long stretches where nothing happened. At least now she had some company.