Hey, everybody! This is just a quick update to tell you that I’ve added a brand new t-shirt to the ‘Dallas Rugger Collection’ for Missouri’s own hardwood dynasty, The Kansas City Lions. I absolutely love how this t-shirt came out, so if it’s something you think you or someone you...
With a trail of footprints left in their wake after walking through what remaining morning dew had yet to be burned away by the sun, Mustang, Ray, and Beau arrived next to Dallas’ plane. After using the time it had taken them to cover the 190-yards between the green and...
Hey, everybody! Something I’ve always done since I began writing, like many people, is to use pieces of music to help me write particular parts of a story or, as sometimes also happens, I’ll come across a certain song purely by chance and it’ll wind up sparking the idea for...
Hey, everybody! Just a quick update to tell you that, to coincide with this week’s chapter, the ‘DALLAS RUGGER COLLECTION’ has just been added to the official Mustang store on my site. I’ve had a lot of fun creating Dallas – you’ll see more of that in next week’s chapter...
“Ok, page 331 … 331 …” Mustang said quietly to himself as he flicked backwards from the index in search of the page he needed, the faintly musty smell emanating from the paper reassuringly familiar. “Ah, ok … the Walker Cup.” Despite his insistence that they didn’t need to make...
After the drizzle at the end of their round had given way to a night of thundery downpours and flashes of lightning, the clear sky over Bandon Dunes the following morning, itself burnt orange and red by the dawn sun, betrayed a scorcher of a day was in store for...
Hey everybody! After being asked about this by some readers, this is just a really quick update to say that if any of you have any artwork or things of that nature that you or your kids have done off the back of reading Mustang, then I’d be more than...
“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...
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