Clint said. “There was a ladder set up here.” Clint stood up. Near the base of the building were the marks of a ladder in the dirt. “So they took the shots from the roof of the hardware store?” Buck said. “Or they pulled the ladder up behind them and then used it to get on the roof of the hotel.” “So they fired—what? Three shots? Then had to use the ladder to get down from both rooftops? That would have taken a while, wouldn’t it?” “We were on our bellies,” Clint said. “Couldn’t stand ’til we were sure the shooting was over. That gave whoever it was the time to climb down and get away.” “You wanna go up on the roof?” Buck asked. “I can go and find a ladder.” “No,” Clint said. “I want to check the ground back here. Might be some tracks to follow.” They walked down the alley behind the building and Clint thought he could identify the tracks of the man with the ladder. “How can you tell?” Buck asked. “These tracks are right in front of where the ladder would have been,”
