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In the Christmas season of 1913, Grace Knight’s elegant old hotel on Cuernavaca’s main plaza is the place to see and be seen. Mexico’s landed aristocracy, members of the foreign community, wealthy tourists, and young army officers with their wives flock to the Colonial. Under the ballroom’s hundreds of twinkling electric lights, they dance to old Spanish tunes and to the new beat of ragtime.

Outside the city, in the shadows of the valley’s two volcanoes, a company of federal ...

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In the Christmas season of 1913, Grace Knight’s elegant old hotel on Cuernavaca’s main plaza is the place to see and be seen. Mexico’s landed aristocracy, members of the foreign community, wealthy tourists, and young army officers with their wives flock to the Colonial. Under the ballroom’s hundreds of twinkling electric lights, they dance to old Spanish tunes and to the new beat of ragtime.

Outside the city, in the shadows of the valley’s two volcanoes, a company of federal soldiers raids the hacienda of Don Miguel Sanche, hunting for men sympathetic to the cause of the charismatic rebel leader, Emiliano Zapata. In a hailstorm of rifle fire, sixteen-year-old Angela Sanchez’s life takes a horrifying turn. After the soldiers leave, she returns to the ruins of her family’s home. She collects her father’s old Winchester carbine, gathers the survivors among his workers, and rides off in search of Zapata’s Liberating Army of the South.

Last Train from Cuernavaca is the story of two strong and ambitious women. For the sake of love, honor, and survival, they become swept up in a Revolution that almost destroys them and their country.

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"Last Train From Cuernavaca is an historical novel that lives up to both words. It is a gripping story that takes us deep into tumultuous years of Mexican history that few Americans know about. We need more books like this." —Thomas Fleming, New York Times bestselling author of The Secret Trial of Robert E. Lee

"To read Lucia St. Clair Robson is to learn while being thoroughly entertained. Last Train From Cuernavaca puts us through the tragic violence and political treachery of the Mexican Revolution and its consequences so intimately that we feel hunger, lust, thirst, grief and saddlesores, and admire anew the awesome durability and courage of the people of Mexico — especially the women."

—James Alexander Thom, New York Times bestselling author of Follow the River

“Exciting and lyrically written, Last Train from Cuernavaca by Lucia St. Clair Robson brings the past to fascinating, fire-breathing life. As the Mexican revolution sweeps into Cuernavaca, two young women – English and Mexican – are hurled into a high-stakes adventure that will help determine the nation’s future. Add rich characters, unforgettable scenes of bravery, and two beautiful love stories, and you’ll know why no one writes historical fiction better than Robson.” —Gayle Lynds, New York Times bestselling author of The Book of Spies

“Lucia St. Clair Robson casts spells with words that pluck us from our armchairs and plop us instantly into the place and time of her choice. In her hands, the characters she spun from whole cloth breathe and speak and sweat with the force of those who lived and who live again here as never before. Last Train From Cuernavaca proves once again that Robson is an American treasure.” —Loren D Estleman, Five-time Spur Award-winning author of The Branch and the Scaffold

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765313355
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 4/27/2010
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 6.10 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

LUCIA ST. CLAIR ROBSON was born in Baltimore, Maryland, and raised in West Palm Beach, Florida. She has lived in Japan and Arizona, and served in the Peace Corps in Venezuela. She has written seven novels, including The Tokaido Road, Fearless, and Ride the Wind, which won the Golden Spur Award. Robson lives near Annapolis, Maryland.

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Last Train from Cuernavaca


By Robson, Lucia St. Clair

Forge Books

Copyright © 2010 Robson, Lucia St. Clair
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765313355

1A CAKE WALK

Captain Federico Martín loved everything about women, but this was the first time he had fallen for a pair of pale English hands. Their owner sat so upright and Anglican on the piano bench that it could have been a church pew, but her long, supple fingers harbored no piety. They chased the syncopated lilt of the “Maple Leaf Rag� across the keys like sprites on a spree. Her fingers were so sure, so swift, they flouted assorted laws of classical mechanics, gravity, drag, and human fallibility.

A score of couples danced the Cake Walk and the One-Step under hundreds of tiny lights strung like stars across the 383-year-old ceiling beams of the Hotel Colonial’s ballroom and restaurant. The Hotel Colonial was one of the few places where Cuernavaca’s foreign community and its elite Mexican society mingled. Christmas of 1912 was six weeks away, but they could always find something to celebrate. Most of the dancers sported the latest fashions, but several men wore the dark blue dress uniforms of the Mexican Army.

Captain Martín wore the same uniform, and he thanked his own lucky stars that Colonel Rubio had chosen the Colonial as lodging for himself and his aides. The colonel was a difficult man, to say the least, but now Rico counted himself fortunate to be one of those aides. This was his first visit to the hotel where he would billet while in Cuernavaca, and he liked what he saw.

The glossy toe of his knee-high cavalry boot tapped in rhythm with the music. With arms and ankles crossed he leaned a shoulder against a tiled column next to the piano. He swirled a snifter of cognac in the palm of one hand, while his dark eyes followed those runaway fingers more closely than the dice in a game of hazard.

With her deft hands, the piano player would make a fine thimble-rigger. She could have held her own among the shell game experts he had seen fleecing suckers in Harvard Square. Federico imagined her shuffling the three walnut hulls with such speed that no poor sap could guess which one hid the dried pea.

What intrigued him most about her was the contrast of those devil-may-care hands with the ramrod line of her spine, the intensity of her concentration, and the gleam of two pearly teeth biting her lower lip. And such a voluptuous lower lip it was. Rico wouldn’t have minded nibbling on it himself.

One of the waiters had referred to her as la Inglesa, so he assumed she was British, and aristocracy, too, by the refined air about her. She had hiked her long skirt up several inches, freeing her feet to work the piano pedals. Her slim ankles looked English enough, but a spatter of freckles across her nose and a mass of hair the dark amber of aged whiskey hinted at an Irishman somewhere in her family’s woodpile. Her hair had probably started the day pinned in a fashionable heap on top of her head, but a gaggle of locks had slipped their tethers. They danced around her neck as she played.

He wondered if she was a guest here and if she was married. Not that the latter mattered. He had enjoyed the company of more than a few wives of careless husbands, but he had never laid siege to an Inglesa before.

Two years ago, against the wishes of his highborn family, Federico had joined the workers’ rebellion ignited by Francisco Madero. Heaven knows, under the aging dictator Porfirio Díaz, Mexico’s workers had much to rebel against. The insurgent forces had prevailed and sent Díaz into exile. Rico thought often about the day when, along with 100,000 of his cheering countrymen, he watched Madero installed as president.

Now, however, the prospect of peace gaped like a long yawn for him. Seducing la Inglesa would provide an amusing diversion. As easy as a cake walk.

Rico had no doubt about the outcome of his campaign. The high collar on his tunic framed a strong jaw, a sensuous mouth, and an aristocratic nose. He had a physique that didn’t require a tailor for uniforms to fit perfectly. He didn’t have to see his reflection in the piano’s polished surface to know he was handsome. In his twenty-nine years, uncounted numbers of women had told him so, beginning with his Zapotec nurse when he was all of three minutes old.

The music brought him back to the present. La Inglesa’s right hand flickered through a long glissando before coming to rest, like a bird gliding in for a landing. The dancers applauded, then made their way back to the roast beef and parsleyed potatoes delivered by a bevy of white-coated waiters.

“Joplin was right,� Rico said.

“I beg your pardon?� She looked up and Rico saw that her eyes were as deep blue as delft porcelain and just as cool.

His heart jilted her hands and fell boot heels-over-epaulets into infatuation with her eyes. He didn’t realize yet that his plans for seduction had turned on him like an ungrateful cur. When la Inglesa stood up she could almost look straight into his own eyes. He noticed that most of her height was legs.

“Scott Joplin,â€? Rico said. “He claimed he could ‘shake de earth’s foundations wid de “Maple Leaf Rag.â€? ‘ “

He expected her to exclaim in surprise that a soldier in the Mexican army not only spoke English, but American Negro dialect as well.

Instead she gave him a smile that was cordial, but noncommital. “And you are? . . .�

“Captain Federico Martín at your service.� Rico clicked his boot heels and bowed smartly.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Captain Martín. I’m Grace Knight.�

Grace. Gracia. Perfect. God Himself must have named her.

She extended her hand in greeting, but instead of shaking it he raised it to his lips and kissed her fingertips. That didn’t seem to surprise her either. Did men kiss her hand on a regular basis? If they did he had a sudden urge to floor them for it.

Charm had always worked for Rico. This woman’s immunity to it caught him off guard. He was trying to think of his next move when a crash came from the Colonial’s maze of back corridors. It sounded like breaking pottery, probably in the kitchen. Shouts followed, but not in any language Rico recognized, and he spoke six of them. The shouter’s gender was also a mystery.

“Please make yourself at home here, Captain Martín,� said Grace. “Now if you’ll be so kind as to excuse me.� She nodded and hurried off toward the commotion. The long curve of her skirt looked like water flowing.

Rico listened intently as he watched her go. He thought the distant shouting might be Chinese, but he still wouldn’t wager serious money on whether the source was male or female. And Rico would wager serious money on just about anything.

“Rico! We’ve been waiting for you.� Another blue uniform with captain’s bars called to him in Spanish from the doorway of the Colonial’s cantina. “Hurry up! They’re ready to play.� From the bar came the rarest, most beautiful sound in Mexico, the chime of ice in glasses.

Before he joined his friend, Juan, Rico glanced over his shoulder in hopes that Grace Knight would reappear. She didn’t. The piano looked like it missed her, too.

Juan led him through the fog of tobacco smoke toward a table at the rear. On the way he gestured to Luís, the barman, to keep the cognac coming. Rico detoured to ask for a bottle of whiskey, a small glass, and a tumbler of ice.

“When did ice become available?� he asked Juan.

“Don’t they have ice in El Norte?�

“Yes, but this isn’t El Norte.�

“We can’t have the chilangos drinking warm whiskey.� Juan used the less-than-affectionate term for people from Mexico City. “There’s a new ice plant at the de Leon bridge. The flow of water produces electricity. Don’t ask me how. Welcome to the twentieth century, my friend.�

Juan turned his chair around, straddled it, and introduced Rico to the two lieutenants at the table. They would be today’s lambs for the gaming slaughter.

While one of the lieutenants shuffled the cards, Juan said, “So, you’ve met Mamacita.�

“The Englishwoman?�

“None other.�

“Does she work at the Colonial?�

“She owns it.�

“I don’t remember a hotel here.�

“Señora Knight came on the train from Mexico City with that piano lashed to a flatcar. She bought this place just after you left for El Norte five years ago.� Juan leaned across the table to bring the lieutenants up to date. “My friend went to college in the United States and returned agringado.�

The gist of what Juan had said about la Inglesa and the Colonial sank in. He looked around, startled. “Is this the pile of rubble that stood vacant for years?�

“The same.�

Rico remembered the building’s crumbling façade and broken windows. Its weed-grown courtyard had been visible from the street through a rotted gate. He had trouble reconciling that memory with what stood here now.

To reach the ballroom he had passed through a pair of intricately carved front gates and under a covered entryway to an open courtyard paved in a mosaic made of the local volcanic rock. Small wrought-iron tables and chairs lurked half-hidden in bowered nooks. A cascade of water flowed down one wall of blue tiles and splashed into a pool below. Darkness had since fallen, but when Rico arrived earlier birds still had been confabulating in the lush growth of trees and shrubbery. Hummingbirds had been attacking the tapestries of flowering vines like starving guests at a free steam table.

“Is she married?� Rico feigned interest in his cards.

“Who?�

“La Inglesa.�

“Widowed. Her husband was Carlos Mendoza.�

“Of the Mendozas who administered the foreign mining concessions?�

“Exactly. What is it they say? ‘The government, although a beggar, is the richest man in Mexico.’ â€?

“Then why does she call herself Mrs. Knight?�

Juan shrugged. “Perhaps she is one of those modern women we hear about.� He looked up. “If you’re planning to woo the widow Knight, my friend, you’re wasting your time. The word is that at least a brigade of men has tried to scale those ramparts.�

“La señora es formidable,� muttered one of the lieutenants.

Rico went back to studying his cards.

With only that local malcontent, Emiliano Zapata, left to stir up trouble, the next few months here in Cuernavaca were going to pass slowly. Rico had plenty of time to make the acquaintance of the formidable Mrs. Knight.

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Copyright © 2010 by Lucia St. Clair Robson.
Published in April 2010 by Tom Doherty Associates Book.
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  • Posted May 14, 2010

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    Last Train from Cuernavaca was a breathtaking ride from page one through page 349!

    Lucia Robson picked me up and plopped me smack down in the middle of the Mexican Revolution. Though I thought I knew about that time period, her characters brought it to life in a way ONLY Robson can. Grace and Rico, two of her central characters, provided a steady train track for the story that evolved, and a link to both revolutionaries (familiar and lesser known) and el gobierno, the government the revolutionaries stood against. Usually, I dislike love stories of any kind, but in the book, we had two very different love stories, both conducive to the story; both wonderful. Angel and Antonio - young members of the revolution - gave us excitement, an 'inside' to the workings of those who were fighting, and humor. Grace and Rico gave us the heart of the story, and will steal a reader's heart. I learned so much about Zapata (because the book compelled me to go and read MORE) and about the area in which the story took place. By the end of the book, I found myself SO caught up in the story, I almost needed to go wash away the dirt and grime of the battles! And the ending? It will leave you breathless. I am a huge fan of Lucia St. Claire Robson's writing. She researches so thoroughly, a reader feels every place about which she writes. Her characters are pertinent - never just 'tossed in' for show - and the reader becomes invested in their lives and outcomes. If you think history isn't interesting, read LAST TRAIN FROM CUERNAVACA - or, for that matter, ANY book by Ms. Robson. You'll change your mind FAST! I'd buy my train ticket right now if I were you! Get on board!

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