If you’d been wandering the old silver trail through Mound House on the evening of March 28, you might’ve seen more than tumbleweeds and tail lights. According to the good folks over at the Lyon County Sheriff’s Office—who, bless’em, seem to work harder than a preacher on Sunday—you’d have witnessed a bit of law and disorder that could’ve come straight out of a dime novel.
A feller named Jimmy Keith II, aged 52 and hailing from Dayton–not the one in Ohio, mind you, but our very own dusty dot on the map–got hisself caught up in a situation. Around 10 at night, when decent folks are either sleeping or trying to, Mr. Keith came barreling down Highway 50 faster than a jackrabbit with its tail on fire, swerving like a man wrestling with invisible bees.
The Sheriff’s Traffic Enforcement Team—who don’t take kindly to reckless wheelmen—decided to have a word. They flagged him down near Winter Parkway, a stretch of road known more for coyotes than criminals.
But this wasn’t your average traffic chat. No sir.
Out comes K9 Kai, a four-legged officer of the law with a nose keener than a gossiping neighbor. And wouldn’t you know it, Kai signaled that something unholy was riding shotgun in that vehicle.
Deputies took one good look inside, and lo! There lay over five ounces of methamphetamine—enough to stir up trouble in every saloon from Dayton to Yerington.
Mr. Keith now finds himself in a heap of trouble, and methamphetamine being what it is—more poison than profit—the law ain’t likely to look upon him kindly. He’s locked up for now.
So let this be a lesson to all who think they can outrun the law on Highway 50–the road may be long, but the Sheriff’s shadow is longer.
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