The dust in the Sierra Maestra did not settle; it merely hovered, waiting for the next boot to kick it up. Guillermo Fraile wiped a mixture of sweat and grime from his forehead with the back of a calloused hand, leaving a smudge that looked like war paint.

: He covers minor figures and schools of thought that other histories often overlook.

Guillermo squeezed the trigger.

Fraile personally completed the first three volumes of the general history before his sudden death: Ancient Greece and Rome.

Guillermo looked at the boy. He saw the terror, the sudden realization of mortality. The boy’s engine was overheating; he was on the verge of seizing up.

Guillermo didn't look up from the rifle mechanism. He twisted a screwdriver, the metal clicking softly. "The sea is three days away, Elias. That is the wind in the cane fields."