After everything he’d experienced since coming to live with Ray, Mustang had come to the conclusion that he had reached a point where it would be quite difficult for him to be left lost for words. And between his exploits on the course; the places he’d been fortunate enough to...
From the moment Mustang stepped up and, as per Layla’s request, smoked his customary ‘full sail’ draw right down the centre of the 1st fairway, Fr. Breen had just gotten the sense that the momentum of the match had, all of a sudden, become ever-so-slightly dislodged from the firm grip...
Hey everybody, As promised, more items from the ‘Mustang Winter Collection’ have just gone live in the shop. As opposed to focusing on Mustang, however, these items are all about the course where he was first discovered by Ray and announced himself to the world in the most dramatic of...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney For the umpteenth time since walking onto the tightly mown surface of the green, Byron got down onto his haunches, leaned his putter up against his shoulder, and buried his head into the old, battered-looking greens book he’d only glanced at once or twice over...
Having grabbed what remained of his bottle of water from inside his golf bag, Mustang sat back down on the lip of Maisie’s trunk. It had been a long morning, and not because he’d just played 18-holes – though the dull ache coursing through his legs and sweat licking at...
Hey everybody, Well, winter is coming (and, no, that isn’t an outdated ‘Game of Thrones’ reference, merely a description of fact) and with that means chilly morning rounds on dew-soaked, soggy golf courses where the only guarantee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...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Having carefully slid his coin in behind it, Mustang plucked his ball up off the green and began to walk back over towards where Ray was waiting on the fringe just beyond the front-left bunker. He gently tossed his ball to him – as per...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “And if you need anything – and I mean anything – you call me, alright?” insisted Tess, as she continued to squeeze Mustang in a big bear hug. “I mean it, day or night.” “I will …” replied Mustang, using what little oxygen remained in...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Having worked up more of a thirst then what she had realised from their trek back and forth from the LaFleur Cabin, and then inspecting the Mustang hidden beneath the workshed, Maggie drained her glass of orange juice in one grateful gulp. “You want some...
With Saturday seeing the return, once more, of unspoiled blue skies and unencumbered sunshine over Royal St. George’s, hats, lashings of sunscreen, and ample supplies of cold drinks were, most definitely, the order of the day as Mustang secretly took in the sight of those spectators packed tightly into the...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “They didn’t!” gasped Jeanie, sounding as shocked as Ray had when he first heard the news but endeavouring to keep her voice down so as not to be overheard by the other customers. “That’s what Tess told me,” replied Ray, looking across the diner counter...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Uh, y-yes, sir …” stammered Mustang, shaking Beau’s hand as everything finally fell into place as to why everyone had been acting so strangely. Ray had told him all about the ‘LaFleur Brothers’. About Beau and Henri. About how they’d been the ones who’d created...