Urdon Pov
"The ledger is on the board, Elder Silas."
Silas adjusted his black wool cloak, his left glove tapping the thick edge of the leather book. "The ledger shows fourteen names for WolfTrail today, Urdon."
"The fourteen names built the well frame and held the south creek."
"The south creek has five dead horses rotting in the brush line," Caleb countered, stepping forward until his iron shield wall shifted behind his back. "The water turned yellow in October, and your hunters did not have the salt pork to feed the children. The law says an Alpha must show twenty healthy spears to keep the boundary line on the stone."
"The yellow water came from the mountain curse, not my storage bins."
"The curse doesn't change the empty grain boxes."
Viktor spat a dark glob of tobacco juice onto the gravel path, his logging axe swinging loose from his left shoulder.
