HEIR from the STREET

CHAPTER 79

THEY HAD MET almost 2 decades ago. Marshal had just left the army. He was lost; he did not know where to turn or what to do with the rest of his life.

He had stumbled into a bar and prepared to get drunk, start a bar fight, and beat some people up, hoping that the violence would ease some pressure from his mind.

He was on his fifth glass of beer when he picked the man he was going to fight with. To the naked eye, it was a suicide request because the man Marshall has chosen is over a head taller than everyone in the room, including Marshall, who is just average height and weight. As he gulped his beer, he estimated that the big man had over 150 to 200 pounds on him and was over a foot and a half taller than Marshall.

That should be a challenge, he had thought to himself as he scanned the crowd for anybody that might cause a break in his party, like a cop.

He noted an elderly looking man standing in the shadows, watching him closely. He ignored the man and instead just focused on the fi