A Western with pirates and Marxist economics.
e needed to increase and acquire, to shape the world around him.
Chighizola joined him as they swung in toward the harbor. "Do you never miss the sea?" Malone asked him.
"I had enough of her," Chighizola said. "She care for nobody. You spend your life on top of her, she love you no more than she did the first day. A woman is better." He squinted at the island. The harbor was crowded with sailboats and steamers, and beyond it the two-story frame buildings of the Strand were clearly visible. "Hard to believe that is the same Campeachy." He looked at Malone. "Galveston, you call it now. Are there still the snakes?"
"Not like there used to be."
"Progress. Well, I will be glad to see it. Every new thing, it always is such a surprise for me."
"You will have to see it another time. We must catch a steamer for the mainland this morning, then a coach to Austin."
"Yes, I forget the hurry you are in."
"I have to know. I have to know if it is Lafitte or not."
A story of the 1830's gulf coast. The hero has stumbled across Jean Lafitte in an opium den in Austin, TX, and needs an old shipmate of the pirate to convince him to recover his lost treasure.
Strange and interesting settings and mysterious and threatening characters. A pretty good yarn.