Chapter 13 – Five Hundred Dollars
The money was brought over.
Eli took it carefully.
To the crowd, it was a small stack of bills. To Eli, it was the difference between a broken combine and a working one.
He did not boast.
He did not insult Trent.
He simply thanked the person who handed him the money.
Trent stood nearby, silent.
The young fighter had entered the ring believing that age meant weakness. He was leaving with a lesson that would stay with him far longer than the embarrassment of one night.
Eli had never needed to be the loudest man in the room.
He only needed to know what he was capable of.