The Clean Ledger

Blaedy objected to my protective edit, which is what historians call it when the alternative is being remembered as a man who sold children for pie. She remains convinced there is a missing profit column somewhere, probably written in sugar on the saddlebag.

Arrowyy, having briefly retired from sheriffing, appointed Blaedy keeper of history and advised me to do better. A sound arrangement. She has the bottle, he has the stare, and I have entered the plain facts: three gnomes, paid passage, no trafficking, one replacement saddle strap. The fizz candy is still refusing to testify.