<p><span class="deck">In the wild Southwest, Archbishop Lamy of Santa Fe contended with savage Indians, ignorance, and a recalcitrant clergy.</span></p>
<p><span class="deck"><span class="typestyle">Surprised and almost overwhelmed, he stubbornly refused to admit defeat. His cool conduct saved his army and his job</span> </span></p>
<p><span class="deck">So spoke the Union general a few minutes after he was shot in the crowded lobby of a hotel in Louisville. His killer, a fellow general and subordinate, never regretted the deed—and never paid for it</span></p>
<p><span class="deck">He was a capitalist. He was an urban reformer. He was a country boy. He was “Comrade Jesus,” a hardworking socialist. He was the world’s first ad man. For a century and a half, novelists have been trying to recapture the “real” Jesus.</span></p>
<p>Interest in the outlaw has grown recently with the discovery of the first authenticated photographs of Henry McCarty, who died in 1881 at the age of 21 after a short, notorious life of gambling and gunfights.</p>
