Jesse Reeves – Skinwalkers - Book Three of an Exciting New Series - Grandson of the Legendary U.S. Marshal

The small and enclosed space had a host of names assigned to it. They called it the area for the 'dances.' Other residents of Cassidy referred to it in more direct terms as the place where the school fights happened. It's most accurate nickname was 'the arena' and for good reason. All such terms were aptly given, as the small area was the place where local boxing matches were held. Crusher Heel had done his fair share of work in the newly-discovered mine.
He had worked with everything from a pickaxe to a sledgehammer, and he had the physique to show for it. His entire body was bulging and packed with muscle. His arms seemed as large as metal pistons, and he was built more like a granite statue than a man. There was a good reason that he had earned his nickname of 'Crusher' in the dances. Bass Reeves Jr. was no lightweight himself. He was not as heavily built as Crusher Heel, but no man was.
Heel was more of a freak of nature, and you would be hard-pressed to find anyone as large as him. Bass had inherited his grandfather's height and imposing stature, and was in good shape. Bass had to be in fighting form to even stand a chance against the monsters that constantly threatened Cassidy.