In 1,018 years, Max Evans has done just about everything and somehow lived through it—cowboy, calf roper, artist, prospector, mystic, actor, producer, smuggler, brawler, D-Day soldier—but he has only one hero. “That potbellied son of a bitch” Honore de Balzac. Go figure. Yet Ol’ Max (Uncle Sam says Evans is almost 81, but he swears he’s 1,018) “worships” that 19th-century French writer because Balzac changed his life. “How would you figure that I’d go up, 11 years old, to
September 2005
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- Waist Deep in the Blues
- Splashing the (Drink) Pot
- Medicine River Trading Company
- Following Butch and Sundance
- Forgotten Trail of Texas Jack Omohundro
- Appearances Deceive
- Tom Mix or Lonesome Gus?
- Supermen and Women, Not Pygmies
- Anchored in the Land
- I’d like to learn more about outlaw One-Eye Billy Moore, who may be a distant relative of mine.
- Behind the Eight Ball
- In the Old West, was there ever a female peace officer?
- Can you tell me why stagecoaches are always painted red with yellow wheels and frames in the movies and on TV shows?
- Who was the soldier known to the Indians as Bad Hand?
- Deseret Saddlery