Deacon led his team of actuaries, working with Wilson, to argue back and forth with Frieda and Gloria of the Jones Tribe for ten days before the accounts were finally settled. But clearing the accounts did not mean the Jones Tribe would hand over the gold.
“What?!" Deacon slammed his fist on the table and stood up in rage before Gloria Jones could finish speaking. "Pay over twenty years? How dare you!" He snapped. "Then we'll recalculate according to the original ledgers."
Gloria remained calm, smiling faintly. "These three sums are far too large. The Jones Tribe truly cannot produce so much gold and silver in a short time. Repayment over twenty years is our only option. Please be understanding, Steward Deacon and Wilson MacAdam, Wolf King."
"No," Wilson refused without a second thought
