A fighters story

Previously

…“Sixpence covers the lamps and the canvas, Calum,” Patrick said, reaching out to shake his hand – and felt his own hand swallowed whole in a grip like iron. “Ye’re welcome here, train however ye please. But I’ll tell ye this truth – once my lads see ye hit that heavy bag, they’ll all be lining up to try and drag ye into the ring. Ye might find it harder to say no than ye think.” Calum smiled, that same steady, unshakeable glint in his eye. “We’ll see about that, Mr Maguire.” As the April moon rose bright over the rooftops of Chryston, the stage was set. Training was done, secrets kept, and the mountain from Fife had arrived.