When the lights came on, Harry Donner saw the spear quivering in the door above his head, and he saw the woman sprawled on the couch, the Cernia gun in her hand. She was a lady meant for burning, and excitement had tightened her face...

Donner was in the Caribbean trying to smother a revolution about to blow up in America's backyard. He hadn't expected to meet anybody he knew - but he knew this woman. He knew the way she looked before she was awake, how she turned her head when she shaved her legs. He knew, because ten years ago she'd been his wife.

"Welcome to Haiti," she said. "It's nice to see someone from home."

Donner's hand grew moist on the butt of his .38...

An authentic story of a lone American caught up in the strange and explosive tensions of Haiti's lush hills and deep waters.