Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Oh, hold up a second.” For the third time since they’d started walking through the trees off to the left-hand side of the range, Ray came to a stop so that he could crouch down and pluck an old, dirt-covered range ball out from the...
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...