The trade wind blows refreshingly cool across the Point, clearing it of mosquitoes and singing an eternal psalm in the fronds of the coconut palms.

Their application for a deferral of the hearing was granted.

On another night at the Rosebud, the whole upper deck of the club was taken over by performers accompanying famous Cuban trumpetist and former bandmember of the Havana Latin fusion band […]

There was some laughter, and Roddle was left free to expand his ideas on the periodic visits of cowboys to the town. “Mason Rickets, he had ten big punkins a-sittin' in front of his store, an' them fellers from the Upside-down-F ranch shot 'em up […]”