This is a tale that might be told around a campfire, night after night in the midst of a military campaign. The kinetic and garrulous Pancho Villa talking on and on about battles and men, bursting out with hearty, masculine laughter, weeping unashamed for fallen comrades, casually mentioning his hotheadedness-"one of my violent outbursts"-which sent one, two, or a dozen men before the firing squad, recounting amours, and always, always protesting...