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Simple Man Cruise Photos Added to Legends Scrapbook

Posted: Feb 06, 2010

By all accounts the 2010 Simple Man Cruise was nothing short of a Southern Rock party, and our man on the street - or ocean, as he case may be, Tom Bell turned in some awesome pictures of the bands. Check 'em out here.

Keep it Real. Keep it Southern. Buffalo

Rick Medlocke rocks the boat.

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"There is much noise," Pablo's voice said. "Shut up, gypsy." "Yes," he heard the woman's voice. "There is too much noise. You could call the _guardia civil_ with that UGG Boots Clearance voice and still it has no quality." "I know another verse," the gypsy said and the guitar commenced "Save it," the woman told him. The guitar stopped. "I am not good in voice tonight. So there is no loss," the gypsy said and pushing the blanket aside he came out into the dark. Robert Jordan watched him walk over to a tree and then come toward him. "Roberto," the gypsy said softly. "Yes, Rafael," UGG Boots Clearance he said. He knew the gypsy had been affected by the wine from his voice. He himself had drunk the two absinthes and some wine but his head was clear and cold from the strain of the difficulty with Pablo. "Why didst thou not kill Pablo?" the gypsy said very softly. "Why kill him?" "You have to kill him sooner or later. Why did you not approve of the moment?" "Do you speak seriously?" "What do you UGGS Clearance think they all waited for? What do you think the woman sent the girl away for? Do you believe that it is possible to continue after what has been said?" "That you all should kill him." "_Qu?va_," the gypsy said quietly. "That is your business. Three or four times we waited for you to kill him. Pablo has no friends." "I had the idea," Robert Jordan said. "But I left it." "Surely all could see that. Every one noted your preparations. Why didn't you do it?" "I thought it might molest you others or the woman." "_Qu?va_. And Ugg boots clearance the woman waiting as a whore waits for the flight of the big bird. Thou art younger than thou appearest." "It is possible." "Kill him now," the gypsy urged. "That is to assassinate." "Even better," the gypsy said very softly. "Less danger. Go on. Kill him now." "I cannot in that way. It is repugnant to me and it is not how one should act for the cause." "Provoke him then," the gypsy said. "But you have to kill him. There is no remedy." As they spoke, the owl Ugg boots clearance flew between the trees with the softness of all silence, dropping past them, then rising, the wings beating quickly, but with no noise of feathers moving as the bird hunted. "Look at him," the gypsy said in the dark. "Thus should men move." "And in the day, blind in a tree with crows around him," Robert Jordan said. "Rarely," said the gypsy. "And then by hazard. Kill him," he went on. "Do not let it become difficult." "Now the moment is passed." "Provoke it," the gypsy said. "Or take advantage of the quiet." The blanket that closed the cave door opened and light came out. Some one came toward Ugg boots clearance where they stood. "It is a beautiful night," the man said in a heavy, dull voice. "We will have good weather." It was Pablo. He was smoking one of the Russian cigarettes and in the glow, as he drew on the cigarette, his round face showed. They could see his heavy, long-armed body in the starlight. "Do not pay any attention to the woman," he said to Robert Jordan. In the dark the cigarette glowed bright, then showed in his hand as he lowered it. "She is difficult sometimes. She is a good woman. Very loyal to the Republic." The light of the cigarette jerked slightly now as he spoke. He must be talking with it in the corner of his mouth, Robert Jordan thought. "We should have no difficulties. We are of accord. I am glad you have come." The cigarette glowed brightly. "Pay no attention to arguments," he said. "You are very welcome here. "Excuse me now," he said. "I go to see how they have picketed the horses." He went off through the trees to the edge of the meadow and they heard a horse nicker from below. "You see?" the gypsy said. "Now you see? In this way has the moment escaped." Robert Jordan said nothing. "I go down there," the gypsy said angrily. "To do what?" "_Qu?va_, to do what. At least to prevent him leaving." "Can he leave with a horse from below?" "No." "Then go to the spot where you can prevent him." "Agust韓 is there." "Go then and speak with Agust韓. Tell him that which has happened." "Agust韓 will kill him with pleasure." "Less bad," Robert Jordan said. "Go then above and tell him all as it happened." "And then?" "I go to look below in the meadow." "Good. Man. Good," he could not see Rafael's face in the dark but he could feel him smiling. "Now you have tightened your garters," the gypsy said approvingly. "Go to Agust韓," Robert Jordan said to him. "Yes, Roberto, yes," said the gypsy. Robert Jordan walked through the pines, feeling his way from tree to tree to the edge of the meadow. Looking across it in the darkness, lighter here in the open from the starlight, he saw the dark bulks of the picketed horses. He counted them where they were scattered between him and the stream. There were five. Robert Jordan sat down at the foot of a pine tree and looked out across the meadow. I am tired, he thought, and perhaps my judgment is not good. But my obligation is the bridge and to fulfill that, I must take no useless risk of myself until I complete that duty. Of course it is sometimes more of a risk not to accept chances which are necessary to take but I have done this so far, trying to let the situation take its own course. If it is true, as the gypsy says, that they expected me to kill Pablo then I should have done that. But it was never clear to me that they did expect that. For a stranger to kill where he must work with the people afterwards is very bad. It may be done in action, and it may be done if backed by sufficient discipline, but in this case I think it would be very bad, although it was a temptation and seemed a short and simple way. But I do not believe anything is that short nor that simple in this country and, while I trust the woman absolutely, I could not tell how she would react to such a drastic thing. One dying in such a place can be very ugly, dirty and repugnant. You could not tell how she would react. Without the woman there is no organization nor any discipline here and with the woman it can be very good. It would be ideal if she would kill him, or if the gypsy would (but he will not) or if the sentry, Agust韓, would. Anselmo will if I ask it, though he says he is against all killing. He hates him, I believe, and he already trusts me and believes in me as a representative of what he believes in. Only he and the woman really believe in the Republic as far as I can see; but it is too early to know that yet. As his eyes became used to the starlight he could see that Pablo was standing by one of the horses. The horse lifted his head from grazing; then dropped it impatiently. Pablo was standing by the horse, leaning against him, moving with him as he swung with the length of the picket rope and patting him on the neck. The horse was impatient at the tenderness while he was feeding. Robert Jordan could not see what Pablo was doing, nor hear what he was saying to the horse, but he could see that he was neither unpicketing nor saddling. He sat watching him, trying to think his problem out clearly. "Thou my big good little pony," Pablo was saying to the horse in the dark; it was the big bay stallion he was speaking to. "Thou lovely white-faced big beauty. Thou with the big neck arching like the viaduct of my pueblo," he stopped. "But arching more and much finer." The horse was snatching grass, swinging his head sideways as he pulled, annoyed by the man and his talking. "Thou art no woman nor a fool," Pablo told the bay horse. "Thou, oh, thou, thee, thee, my big little pony. Thou art no woman like a rock that is burning. Thou art no colt of a girl with cropped head and the movement of a foal still wet from its mother. Thou dost not insult nor lie nor not understand. Thou, oh, thee, oh my good big little pony." It would have been very interesting for Robert Jordan to have heard Pablo speaking to the bay horse but he did not hear him because now, convinced that Pablo was only down checking on his horses, and having decided that it was not a practical move to kill him at this time, he stood up and walked back to the cave. Pablo stayed in the meadow talking to the horse for a long time. The horse understood nothing that he said; only, from the tone of the voice, that they were endearments and he had been in the corral all day and was hungry now, grazing impatiently at the limits of his picket rope, and the man annoyed him. Pablo shifted the picket pin finally and stood by the horse, not talking now. The horse went on grazing and was relieved now that the man did not bother him.

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