After the debacle at the motel room, after the death of Knife-Edge, they’d gone to ground in the shadows of Cheyenne. Mary had stayed by Falcon’s bedside the entire time—almost two weeks—that it had taken for magic and medicine to bring the young shaman-ganger back from the brink of death. During that time. Sly had spent a couple of hours a day wandering around the Cheyenne corner of the Matrix, just generally checking things out-watching the newsbases, monitoring megacorp activities in Sioux and elsewhere. Never trying to crack into anything that was protected, of course, and definitely never getting even close to anything that looked like it was related to either the Sioux military or the Corporate Court.