Thin Legs and Fat Legs trudged the golf hills. Sharp-faced Thin Legs was in his thirties; rubicund Fat Legs in his twenties. Thin Legs the wiry stylist, Fat Legs one of the most compact and well-oiled golfing units in the world. Where they walked, the sun had tarried long and close, until the hills steamed. They had walked, for miles, all others dropping. Thin Legs of Scotland, used to braw winds; Fat Legs of Georgia, fond of sweltering.
Each had stroked his ball 291 times in the four orthodox rounds of the national open...
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