Rodney could still remember the first time he ever saw Mustang play. It was the previous year, on the very last day of May; a fact he remembered because he was still basking in the glow of knowing the summer half-term had only just begun, which meant he was staring...
THUD!!! With the stiff breeze that had been whipping steadily around the course all afternoon still gusting, Mustang – having driven his lob wedge hard into the base of the bunker – turned his face sharply away in order to avoid the cloud of powdery sand he’d just dug up...
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...
In the world of professional golf, there’s no test sterner than that posed by a Major Championship. The courses are difficult. The conditions are, generally, incredibly trying. And the fields they assemble see the very best players in the world colliding over four long days of intense competition to see...
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...
Having been somewhat apprehensive over the effect the flight from New York might have on his internal body clock, Mustang was relieved to wake up Monday morning feeling surprisingly refreshed after getting a pretty decent night’s sleep. Of course, the fact he’d stayed up until well past midnight hanging out...
As nice as their first-class cabin had been on the flight from New York, after seven-plus hours of breathing recycled air – regardless of how expensive it may have been – Mustang was relieved to finally step through the door of the plane and fill his lungs with a suitably...
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...
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Having been the first to reach it, Ray pushed open the door of ‘Renée’s’ and held it for Mustang. After striding inside without so much as glancing at him, however, Mustang just marched straight past Ray and carried on moving in the direction of the restroom at the rear of...
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...
“Kid! … Wait up!” Mustang, though, had no intention of listening to Ray. His gut had told him to run. To get as far away from the practice green as possible. Away from the crowd of people staring at him. Away from the sight of a bleeding Fletcher still reeling...