Hey everybody, Well, winter is coming (and, no, that isn’t an outdated ‘Game of Thrones’ reference, merely a description of fact) and with that means chilly morning rounds on dew-soaked, soggy golf courses where the only guarantee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...
As word of his last-minute withdrawal spread like wildfire across all four tightly-mown corners of Seminole, Fletcher’s plan to hijack the opening session of the Walker Cup had gone off without a hitch. No matter where you went during the foursomes, the one name on everyone’s lips was ‘Fletcher Rhodes’....
“Is that right?” said Byron, doing well to not sound in the least bit frazzled in the face of this obvious ambush. “And what might that be?” “Oh, it’s nothin’, really,” answered Fletcher, his mood flipping from deathly serious to oddly relaxed with an eerie amount of ease. “Just a...
Once the mayhem of Sunday night gave way to the peace and quiet of sunrise early Monday morning, ‘Walker Cup Week’ had officially begun in Florida – and Mustang, for one, was glad of the distraction. Of course, the trips out to Seminole each day were a touch awkward, what...
“Oh, hey there, Fletcher!” said Conrad, hoping an overzealous display of confidence would mask his obvious consternation at having his little get-together rumbled. “You’re out late, aren’t you?!” “I could say the same about you,” replied Fletcher, his eyes slowly scanning the scene in front of him as he stepped...
Though the temperature outside the Breakers was still pleasantly mild despite the late hour, with the height of adrenaline still coursing through his system following the abduction, Mustang couldn’t help but shiver as he sat on the rear seat of the golf cart he’d been loaded onto a few minutes...
Having heard the required beep, Mustang yanked his keycard out of the lock, pulled down the handle, and opened back the door to his room. “Holy cow!” he exclaimed, nearly tripping over his jaw as he walked hesitantly inside. “No way this is where I’m staying!” But there was no...
In recent months, Mustang has exploded, with more and more readers discovering the story with each day that passes. And what this explosion, in turn, has created, is one of the fastest-growing factions in the literary world. A faction with members spread across all four corners of the globe. A...
There are some moments in your life that are so utterly surreal when they’re happening that you can’t help but feel as though you should be pinching yourself every five minutes just to make sure that it’s all actually real and not just some terrific dream you’re hoping against hope...
Hey, everyone, With the Ryder Cup just days away, I thought it only right that I create a special European version of “The Old Glory Collection” I posted last week for all of the Mustang fans on my own side of the Atlantic. So, right now, if you head to my...
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, To celebrate the fact that Mustang will soon be heading to Seminole to link up with Dallas Rugger as part of his U.S. Walker Cup team to take on the Great Britain & Ireland side helmed by the mysterious Desmond Finch and manned with his infamous core of...