Sailing mares and guns into Havana harbor in 1898—right past the submerged wreckage of the U.S. battleship Maine—isn't the smartest thing recently prison-sprung horse wrangler Ben Tyler ever did. Neither is shooting one of the local Guardia, though the pompous peacock deserved it. Now Tyler's sitting tight in a vermin-infested Cuban stockade waiting to face a firing squad. But he's not dying until he gets the money he's owed from a two-timing American sugar baron. And there's one smart, pistol-hot lady at the rich man's side who could help Tyler get everything he's got rightfully coming . . . even when the whole damn island's going straight to hell.
Cuba Libre
This being Elmore Leonard, everybody is out for himself, and governments are only criminals with written bills of rights.
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