D’Jacques and Atty spent the rest of that morning and most of the afternoon checking out the compound. Meeting the Mutah merchants and hunters, and getting to know them as human beings instead of animals.
Soon after Atty had taken possession of Mattox, Tory showed up to take the child off her hands. “Echo sent word she’d had to hand him over to you,” the woman laughed. “I was done with the books, so I came to see if he’d mind going over to the knife range. How about it, Matt? Want to go watch Uncle Fortune throw his knives?”
The little boy jumped up and down, excited by the prospect. “Yeah! I wanna to see Unca Fo’trune.”
Atty gave the woman a quick hug of gratitude. “Thanks.”
Tory eyed the man standing beside the battle lady. D’Jacques wore a strange expression on his face, prompting h
