“Ah, there they are!” said Dallas, smiling brightly as he dipped down under the wing of his plane and began wiping his hands on the oil-stained rag he’d been using to check the rear wheels with. “How we doing, gentlemen?!” “Honestly?” said Mustang, still grinning in disbelief as he let...
SIX MONTHS LATER – APRIL 1st, 2021 “Alright, thank you, gentlemen …” said Ray, dropping the flag back into the cup. “Good playin’.” “Thanks, Ray,” said Malcolm, moving towards where he was standing after shaking hands with the fourth and final member of his playing group – all of them,...
This is what Mustang had wanted. He was sure of it. Him and Finn? The fate of the Walker Cup coming down to the result of their match? Had he known at lunchtime that this was how things were going to work out, Mustang would have thought that it couldn’t...
“What do I want?!” said Fletcher, rephrasing Mustang’s question as if aghast that someone could think him capable of having anything but good intentions. “Can’t a teammate – a friend, even – just pick up the phone and see how you’re doin’?!” “Well, given you’re neither of those things, I’d...
Unbelievable. Astounding. Inspired. As the media officer for the American team – a nice, though undoubtedly fierce, woman by the name of Synthia – threw them in front of what felt like an endless line of interviewers and camera crews in the immediate aftermath of their match, these – and...
After looking ‘in’ from the moment it had left his putter, Reggie’s ball, as expected, dropped dead weight into the hole, drawing isolated – bordering on ironic – cheers from the Great Britain & Ireland fans who’d been following their match since the 1st, and exasperated groans from those American...
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...
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...
Hey everybody, First and foremost, to all of my American readers, I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving – I hope you all have a lovely weekend. And, secondly, in keeping with the frenzied traditions of Black Friday, you can now get 10% off any purchase in the Mustang store...
Hey everybody, Whenever I publish a new chapter on a Saturday morning here in Ireland and begin to see all the comments rolling in from countries all over the world and in a host of different languages, it never fails to amaze me. Because when I started writing the very...
“Alright, kid, let me see one more tight draw with Arnold, and then we’ll move on to the driver.” Hearing Ray’s order, Mustang pulled another ball out from the pile alongside him and carefully positioned it at the edge of the neatly excavated row of divots he’d exhumed thus far...