“Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome to the green … from Orlando, Florida … Mustang Peyton!” Though they couldn’t yet make out who exactly was announcing his arrival amongst the shadowy mass of applauding people surrounding the 18th, whoever he was, his loud, foghorn of a voice was a welcome sign...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney (Instagram: ‘stephenfmoloney’ & Email: cheekyninegolf@gmail.com) Hey everybody, First and foremost, to all the American readers of ‘MUSTANG’ I’d just like to wish you all a very happy Memorial Day and I hope you have a great weekend. And, secondly, after several months of work and...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney (Instagram: ‘stephenfmoloney’; Email: cheekyninegolf@gmail.com) Hey everybody! Just wanted to give you all a really quick update as to what’s happening with everything. First of all, the ‘Crescent Creek Pro-Shop’ is almost ready to go, with the only job left to do being that of, what...
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 “From there, then?” sighed Ray, after pausing for a moment to collect himself. “Well, to be honest, the rest of the evenin’ kinda becomes a blur. I mean, I know after we finished huggin’ that Byron came over to shake hands with Mustang …” “Oh,...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “And from there?” said Ray, now sliding his hands back out of his pockets. “Well, then it was just a case of gettin’ down to work.” “Just like that, huh?” asked Maggie, surprised at how run-of-the-mill Ray was managing to make a putt for $160,000...
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 “So, you’re saying they’re not here yet … because of a ‘bathroom-related emergency’?” asked Stan, sounding more than a little suspicious. “That is correct,” replied Bill, doubling-down on his ‘half-truth’. “Ok …” said Stan, not sounding any more convinced. “And does that mean Mustang’s sick...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Having waited out the mass exodus of people rushing from the 17th in order to get to the 18th tee and beyond, Travis, Jeanie, and Bill, finally, saw Mustang – with his driver in hand – walking towards them down the cart path which connected...
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...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “That’s … that’s just incredible,” said Maggie, thinking aloud in an after to comprehend what she’d just heard. “I mean, if it wasn’t enough that his first tournament ever saw him playing with your life savings on the line, to then think that Mustang was...