One logical candidate was the offspring of Edith Plotke and Josh Mulligan: someone forty years old, perhaps a red head.
Certainly he has no ties to Josh Mulligan of forty years ago, or the Dawkins, or the Lucky Pup mine.
He's the illegitimate son of Josh 'Bones' Mulligan and he killed Billy Langstrom to shut him up!
The remains of what was now universally presumed to be Josh Mulligan rested in an unnamed southern California landfill.
The two together formed a totally incompatible combination, yet Josh Mulligan, at least according to the curmudgeons, was a runner, too.
"Josh Mulligan was my natural father," Jennifer said.
Josh Mulligan was Paul's mine manager at the Lucky Pup.
No. He stopped looking when my mother insisted she didn't want Josh Mulligan found!
I don't know whose bones were in the Lucky Pup Mine, but Josh Mulligan died in 1987 of cirrhosis of the liver from drinking too much.
If they don't belong to Josh Mulligan, they could be years older than the 1960's.
"That's too long ago for the skeleton to be Josh Mulligan," Cynthia said.
He wondered how much Miss Mulligan knew about the aggressive Mrs. Shipton.
Donald Ryland and Franny Mulligan were checking out this evening, as soon as he returned with Donnie, followed by the Quincy sisters scheduled departure in the morning.
He was concentrating on the roadway, miles from Ouray, when Franny Mulligan passed him, slammed on her brakes, and waved him back to where she parked.
She told Franny Mulligan that Ryland was dumping her.
It was Gerry Mulligan with a nineteen-fifties piece that filled the room with familiar strains.
He plugged in a Coltrane disc and then a Gerry Mulligan and laid back to commiserate with the perfect sound of it all while he closed his eyes and pretended he was happy.
It was funny; he knew who blew horn with Coltrane, who played bass for Mulligan and even remembered the date Gerry's set was recorded—August 1955.
Mulligan (1830-1864) throwing up intrenchments on Masonic College Hill, an eminence adjoining Lexington on the N.E.