Chapter 3

If Carl made the shot, and Dimas made the shot they would be tied. The crowd held their breath as Carl prepared to make his next shot. Hunter stood and wobbled his shoes to the left. Carl shook his head, and tried to putt the ball straight, but the ball curved left and went past the hole. Dimas’ shiny marker on the green gleamed at him. Dimas wanted to yell but nerves forced him to remain still. The silent crowd unnerved him.

Carl took the next shot. The ball lipped around the cup and moved off an inch from the hole

Dimas nodded to Carl who glared at him. If looks could kill, Dimas would be on the ground, gasping for breath.

Dimas now stood, his putter in his hands and wished the rules allowed him to have Hunter come over and tell him what to do, or better, for Hunter to putt this final shot. Hunter made this shot over and over.