Hey everybody, Well, winter is coming (and, no, that isn’t an outdated ‘Game of Thrones’ reference, merely a description of fact) and with that means chilly morning rounds on dew-soaked, soggy golf courses where the only guarantee is that come the 18th you’ll be cold – like, really cold. Luckily...
Hey, everyone, With the Ryder Cup just days away, I thought it only right that I create a special European version of “The Old Glory Collection” I posted last week for all of the Mustang fans on my own side of the Atlantic. So, right now, if you head to my...
After his breakthrough moment silencing Fletcher during Monday’s practice round, the next two days went by in a blur for Mustang. Grinding through two full sets of 18-holes over the course of Tuesday and Wednesday; including range sessions both before and after each round. Hitting the short game practice area...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney (Instagram: ‘stephenfmoloney’; Email: cheekyninegolf@gmail.com) Hey everybody! It’s coming on three weeks since I published the final two chapters of ‘MUSTANG’, so I hope you all enjoyed them – and, for those of you who’ve just started reading the story in the last few weeks, I...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Ray navigated the Mustang towards the end of the dirt track he’d been following since turning off the main road five minutes previously and brought it to a stop. He turned the key in the ignition, causing the quietly purring engine to fall silent, and...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “There he is!” said Travis, positively beaming with pride as Ray, finally, managed to guide Mustang through the throng of people gathered above the 18th who’d been fighting to get a picture with him or just a passing high-five. “C’mere, kiddo!” A smiling Mustang jogged...
Time heals all wounds … or, at least, that’s how the saying goes, at any rate. In the weeks following his short stint in San Antonio, however – a stay which included spending a few days recovering at Dallas’ place until he was well enough to fly back to Louisiana...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney With Jeanie, Malcolm, and Tess following closely behind, Ray rushed through the door at the back of the kitchen and out into the small parking lot at the rear of the diner. “Damnit!” he swore after quickly looking to the spot where he’d parked his...
Hey everyone, A brand new line of t-shirts has just gone live in the Mustang Merchandise Store: ‘The New Malo Pirates Collection’. It’s been really cool to see your reaction since I introduced the Pirates into the ‘Mustang Universe’ over the last few chapters, so now you too can strap...
After a hectic thirty-second spell wherein he’d barely had enough time to grab his driver from his bag, tell Ray that he’d be hitting the opening tee-shot, and slip on his glove, a slightly dizzy-feeling Mustang now found himself standing alongside Byron and the Riggs Brothers as they all looked...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “THACKETT?!! THACKETT, WHERE ARE YOU?!!” An exasperated sigh escaped Ray’s lips as he heard Mr. Denby’s voice echoing around the lofty interior of the machinery workshop. “Back here!” answered Ray, wearily peeling the baseball cap off his head and tossing it into his battered, metal...