Richard arrived for coffee before dawn and saw the Montagnards setting up a miniature golf course alongside the Castle. He saw Fritz setting their mugs at the Drawbridge and casually inquired.
“The fellow who sold me the facade is going out of business and asked if I"d be interested. Do you play?”
“Not much since high school. I prefer the driving range.”
“That can be arranged.”
And so they loaded Fritz"s golf bag and drove with Y Pes and Y Ste to a mountain bluff overlooking the South China Sea. They brought a folding table and chairs along with a lawn umbrella and the makings for mint julep. The Montagnards spent the afternoon hunting and roasting small game while the commandos worked on their driving form.
At first the commuters along the beachfront road gave sporadic reports of gol
