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a deep breath. “Atty and I have been invited to attend a summit conference in Corado. That's an eleven-day journey just to get there. The summit is scheduled to begin on May sixth. That means we need to leave in three days to make it on time.”
                “A summit usually calls for an armistice,” a voice drawled from the back of the room. Everyone's eyes looked over to where Garet Renken leaned against the wall, one boot crossed over the other. “I hope you're planning on packing some heat, anyway. Just in case.”
                Yulen grinned. “You’re right. You never know what we'll encounter along the way. Mastin, Paxton, enlist three dozen men to accompany us. We'll take two wagons. One with supplies, the other for arms. Also, send word to New Bearinger. Tell Roth and Sy I need one of them back here to oversee the troops in my absence. I don't care who. Mother and Liam will be in charge, but I want a trained commander to head my army if something should happen.”
                “Warren's going, too?” MaGrath spoke up from where he was standing behind Madigan, who was bouncing their young son on her shoulder.
                Yulen glanced at Atty, then back at MaGrath. “If you're asking if Atty's leaving with me, the answer is yes.”
                Atty leaned forward to address the issue before the man could protest. “Yulen and I have already discussed this, Liam. Our decision stands. I'm going with him.”
                “It's crucial that she does,” Yulen continued. “I believe the only way these treaties will come about, if there are to be more, is because both sides need to see how well we all work together. They need to see me and Atty together.”
                “What about Mattox? Is he going with you?” Madigan inquired.
                Atty answered. “No. Not this time.”
                “We were hoping you and Tory could sort of...watch over him.” Yulen grinned at his mother. “Trade off taking care of him when he gets to be too much of a handful.”
                A loud sigh caught their attention. Fortune raised a hand. “I'm hearing myself volunteering for this thing,” he halfway joked.
                “We need you, Fortune,” Atty told him.
                Tory laid a hand on his shoulder. “You know your feelings would be hurt if they didn't take you with them. Or at least ask you,” she chided her husband in a loving tone. The man snorted but gave her a warm smile in response.
                “Liam.”
                MaGrath turned his attention back to the battle lord.
                “Liam, you know that Atty and I would be more than grateful if you'd accompany us, but we're also aware that you need to remain here to take care of Mother and the baby.” Yulen dropped his eyes to the other physician. “That's why you've been included in this gathering, Fergus. The mantle falls on you. We need you to come with us to Corado.”
                The young doctor paled slightly, flabbergasted by the order Yulen had disguised as a request. “I'm... All right.” He turned to MaGrath. “I'm going to need some pointers on what to expect. And what to pack.”
                “Don't worry. I'll help you get ready,” the older physician promised. He turned to Atty. “And, for the record, I don't think it's a good idea that you travel in your condition Still...” He gave her a weary smile. “Since when has my opinion changed your mind once you’ve set it? Be safe, bluebell. And that's an order.”
                “Why am I here?” another voice spoke up.
                Yulen dropped his eyes on the woman sitting thigh-to-thigh with his second. Paas threw him a bewildered look.
                “You were welcomed into our squad of elite hunters,” the battle lord reminded her. “But