The Bells of San Juan is a fascinating story of greed, revenge and unsuspected love set in a small town of California. Many lives will alter as a result of the imminent threat of revolution in Mexico, whether for the better or worse! Excerpt: "Ignacio Chavez, self-described Mexican, perceived as Indian by the local population, or perhaps a "breed" of poorly mixed blood, ambled down the sidewalk in the direction of the Mission. As was usual with him, he was completely at ease, a thin, yellowish-brown cigarita hanging from his lips and his wide, worn, decrepit conical hat tipped to the left side of his head in an agitated sort of submission to the westering sun. He had had twenty cents in his pocket ten minutes before; two minutes after he'd acquired his illusive fortune, he'd traded the two dimes for whisky at the Casa Blanca; he needed the other eight of the 10 minutes to get, as he foolishly stated, "between hell and heaven."

The Bells of San Juan is a fascinating story of greed, revenge and unsuspected love set in a small town of California. Many lives will alter as a result of the imminent threat of revolution in Mexico, whether for the better or worse! Excerpt: "Ignacio Chavez, self-described Mexican, perceived as Indian by the local population, or perhaps a "breed" of poorly mixed blood, ambled down the sidewalk in the direction of the Mission. As was usual with him, he was completely at ease, a thin, yellowish-brown cigarita hanging from his lips and his wide, worn, decrepit conical hat tipped to the left side of his head in an agitated sort of submission to the westering sun. He had had twenty cents in his pocket ten minutes before; two minutes after he'd acquired his illusive fortune, he'd traded the two dimes for whisky at the Casa Blanca; he needed the other eight of the 10 minutes to get, as he foolishly stated, "between hell and heaven."

The Bells of San Juan is a fascinating story of greed, revenge and unsuspected love set in a small town of California. Many lives will alter as a result of the imminent threat of revolution in Mexico, whether for the better or worse! Excerpt: "Ignacio Chavez, self-described Mexican, perceived as Indian by the local population, or perhaps a "breed" of poorly mixed blood, ambled down the sidewalk in the direction of the Mission. As was usual with him, he was completely at ease, a thin, yellowish-brown cigarita hanging from his lips and his wide, worn, decrepit conical hat tipped to the left side of his head in an agitated sort of submission to the westering sun. He had had twenty cents in his pocket ten minutes before; two minutes after he'd acquired his illusive fortune, he'd traded the two dimes for whisky at the Casa Blanca; he needed the other eight of the 10 minutes to get, as he foolishly stated, "between hell and heaven."