Author: Tom Darby

Manning Ventures Inc. has received geochemical results from ALS Global for rock samples collected during its geological mapping on the Copper Hill Project, located within the Walker Lane Trend in Yerington.

The geochemical analysis revealed elevated values, particularly from sample CHR-9, which returned 2.01 percent copper, 0.263 grams-per-ton gold, and two grams-per-ton of silver. These samples were from a chip taken from a three-by-three-foot outcropping. Additionally, rock samples CHR-11 to CHR-13, taken from mine dumps on adjacent claims, returned copper values of 1.74 percent, 2.03 percent, and 4.77 percent, respectively.

Sample CHR-9 displayed 2.01 percent copper, .298 parts per million gold, and two parts per million silver. Sample CHR-11 showed 1.74 percent copper, .223 parts per million in gold, and three parts per million in silver.

Sample CHR-12 contained 2.03 percent copper, 0.257 parts per million gold, and 2.30 parts per million silver. Finally, sample CHR-13 reported 4.77 percent copper, 0.659 parts per million gold, and eight parts per million silver.

Before Manning’s current exploration program, 50 rock chip samples from historic mine dumps, prospect pits, and outcrops were collected. The samples returned copper values ranging from 10 to 136,500 parts per million and gold values from .005 to .33 parts per million.

The data collected during the spring 2024 mapping program has been added to the historic rock sampling into the property’s database. The Company has accumulated substantial pre-drill data and is in the final stages of planning an initial drill program at Copper Hill.

The Lyon County Sheriff’s Office (LSCO) responded to a disturbance on Brookfield Ct. in Dayton just after 10 p.m. on Thursday, July 25.

Deputies were dispatched and soon identified the suspect as 49-year-old Paul Carnahan of Dayton. Initial reports revealed that Carnahan had left a residence armed with a knife and was suffering from multiple injuries.

Further investigation determined that Carnahan had allegedly battered a female subject before fleeing the scene. Given the circumstances, including his armed status and presence in a residential neighborhood, a shelter-in-place advisory was issued for residents.

The initial shelter-in-place advisory had prompted concerns among Dayton residents, particularly in the areas of Woodlake Circle, Brookfield, and Woodside, where Carnahan was witnessed wearing a black shirt and possibly bearing cuts on his neck, forehead, and wrists.

Deputies searched for Carnahan throughout the night. The following morning, at around 8:30 a.m. on Friday, July 26, deputies located and arrested Carnahan without further incident. He was treated for his injuries, transported to the Lyon County Jail, and booked on a charge of domestic battery.

The LCSO issued an update stating that Carnahan was apprehended and advised residents that the shelter-in-place warning was no longer in effect.

The Reno City Council made abrupt changes to a resolution opposing NV Energy’s proposed rate hike.

Initially, the agenda included a resolution opposing the proposed rate hike, which would become the highest basic service charge in the nation. However, without public knowledge or input, the council secretly revised the resolution, presenting and passing a new version that no longer contained any opposition to the substantial rate increase.

NV Energy requested that the rate change go into effect on Tuesday, October 1. The rate hike will increase NV Energy’s revenue by $94.8 million yearly.

If approved, basic service charges for Reno will soar to $45.30, surpassing the current highest known basic service charge in the U.S. at $37.41.

The sun was setting over the vast expanse of Silver Creek Ranch, casting a golden glow on the rolling hills and grazing cattle. The ranch had been in the McAllister family for generations, but now, it was under threat from Cyrus Blackwood, a greedy banker with a ruthless gang of rustlers.

Kate McAllister, the rancher’s daughter, stood on the porch, her eyes scanning the horizon. She had heard rumors of Blackwood’s plans to seize the ranch by any means necessary. Her father, John McAllister, was determined to fight but was sickly with the consumption.

Then, a lone rider appeared on the horizon as if answering her silent prayer. Jake Wade was a drifter with a reputation for helping those in need. He had heard of the McAllisters’ plight and had come to offer his assistance.

Jake rode up to the ranch house, his presence commanding respect.

“Evening, Miss McAllister,” he greeted, tipping his hat. “I hear you could use some help.”

Kate’s eyes lit up with hope, knowing who he was by sight.

“We sure could, Mr. Wade. Blackwood’s men have been rustling our cattle and threatening to take the ranch. They’ve already managed to cut off our access to our spring.”

Jake nodded, his jaw set with determination.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Jake scouted the ranch, familiarizing himself with the land and the layout. As the sun set over the rugged Nevada landscape, he found the remnants of hoof print that correctly read told him that a dozen or more rustlers had stolen at least fifty head of cattle from Silver Creek Ranch.

The outlaws were moving swiftly into Utah territory, hoping to evade capture. Jake followed their trail for days, determined to bring them to justice.

As night fell, Jake set up camp in a secluded grove, his senses on high alert. He knew the rustlers were dangerous and would not hesitate to ambush him if given the chance. The flickering light of his campfire cast eerie shadows, and the silence of the night was broken only by the distant howl of a coyote.

Unbeknownst to Jake, the rustlers had doubled back, planning to catch him off guard. Led by Malone, a ruthless outlaw with a reputation for brutality, the gang crept through the darkness, their eyes fixed on the lone rider’s camp.

Suddenly, a shot rang out, shattering the stillness of the night. Jake dove for cover, his instincts honed by years of survival. A bullet grazed his shoulder, the pain sharp and immediate. He gritted his teeth, knowing he had to stay focused.

The rustlers closed in, their guns blazing. Jake returned fire, his shots precise and deadly.

One by one, the outlaws fell, but their numbers were overwhelming. Jake knew he had to outsmart them if he wanted to survive.

Using the cover of darkness, Jake moved silently through the grove, picking off the rustlers with calculated precision. The gunfight raged through the early evening, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and the sound of gunfire echoing through the night.

As dawn approached, the rustlers’ numbers had dwindled, but Malone remained. The two men faced off in a showdown, their eyes locked in a deadly stare. Bart sneered, his gun aimed at Jake.

“You think you can take me, Wade?” Bart taunted. “I’ve killed better men than you.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed, his grip steady on his revolver. “This ends now, Malone.”

With lightning speed, both men fired. Jake’s shot hit its mark, striking Malone in the chest.

The outlaw staggered, his gun falling from his hand as he collapsed to the ground. Jake, wounded but victorious, approached cautiously, ensuring the outlaw was no longer a threat.

The sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the aftermath of the battle. Jake, his body aching from the wounds, gathered the stolen cattle and began the long journey back to Silver Creek Ranch.

As he rode into the ranch, Kate rushed to his side, her eyes filled with concern.

“Jake, you’re hurt!” she exclaimed.

Jake managed a weary smile.

“Just a scratch, Miss McAllister. The cattle are safe.”

“Thank you, Jake,” John McAllister said, shaking the wounded man’s hand.

Jake nodded, “Don’t thank me yet, there is still something I have to do.”

Later that day, Jake rode into the little town of River Rock. He was searching out Blackwood.

Furious at the failure of his plan, Blackwood confronted Wade before Wade could confront him.

“You think you’ve won, Wade? This isn’t over!”

Jake’s eyes were cold and unyielding.

“It’s over, Blackwood,” Jake said.

From beneath his banker’s coat, Blackwood defiantly pulled a pistol, his eyes filled with malice. But Jake was quicker.

In a flash, he drew his revolver and fired, the bullet striking Blackwood square in the chest. The banker staggered, dropping to his knees, his gun firing wildly into the ground.

Jake stepped forward, his gaze cold and unyielding.

“Do you remember the Missourah farmer you killed in front of his twelve-year-old son, Blackwood?” he asked, his voice steady. “That boy was me.”

Blackwood’s eyes widened in sudden recognition, the realization hitting him like a freight train. He gasped for breath, his strength fading.

With one final, desperate look, he fell face-first into the dust, his reign of terror over. Jake stood over him, the weight of years of vengeance lifting from his shoulders.

Without another word, Jake holstered his gun and turned away silently back to the Silver Creek Ranch.

“Thank you, Jake,” John said.

Jake nodded, his expression unreadable.

“Just doing what’s right.”

Kate approached, her heart full of admiration and something more.

“Jake, you could stay. There’s a place for you here.”

Jake looked at her, his eyes softening for a moment. But he knew his path was a solitary one.

ithout a word, he mounted his horse and rode away, the setting sun casting a long shadow behind him. Kate watched him go, a mixture of sadness, respect, and hope in her heart that Jake Wade would return one day.

State campaign finance reports released by Monday’s deadline showed a tight fundraising battle across the races most likely to determine whether Nevada Democrats can secure a legislative supermajority.

Across ten contested legislative races throughout the second quarter, Democratic and Republican candidates each led the fundraising race in five. Meanwhile, PACs affiliated with Republican Gov. Joe Lombardo continued to pour money into the coffers of prominent GOP candidates, and those supporting ballot questions on ranked-choice voting, abortion rights, and voter ID donated millions of dollars to the PACs behind the initiatives.

The latest campaign finance reports offer the penultimate look at fundraising data for Nevada political candidates and committees ahead of the general election, covering April through June. It also provides more insight into the head-to-head fundraising data for key legislative races after last month’s primaries winnowed each race to one Democrat and one Republican.

Democrats control 13 seats in the 21-member state Senate (one short of the two-thirds supermajority needed to override a veto) and 28 seats—a supermajority—in the 42-member Assembly. The outcome of a few races could change whether Lombardo’s ability to veto bills stands or is overridden by a two-thirds vote in each legislative chamber.

In total, more than $2.3 million in donations came to the candidates running in the ten most competitive legislative races, identified by district partisanship, as groups poured more than $10 million into organizations either supporting or opposing the various ballot initiatives and bolstered by a $5.75 million haul by a group supporting the ballot question on ranked-choice voting and open primaries and $1.4 million raised by a Lombardo-affiliated PAC supporting the voter ID initiative.

Across the ten most competitive legislative races, six of the candidates who raised more money in the second quarter are of the opposite party than the seat is currently held by Sen. Dallas Harris (D-Las Vegas) with $171,000 in Senate District 11, about $60,000 more than her GOP challenger, Lori Rogich. Harris also has about $370,000 in cash, roughly $10,000 more than Rogich.

Assemblywoman Elaine Marzola (D-Las Vegas) raised about $104,000 in Assembly District 21, $10,000 more than her GOP challenger, April Arndt. However, Marzola has a significant lead in cash on hand with about $278,000 compared to Arndt’s $58,000.

Republican Diana Sande raised about $175,000—the second-most among all key candidates—much higher than Assemblywoman Selena La Rue Hatch (D-Reno), who raised $60,000. Sande also has about $100,000 more cash than La Rue Hatch in Assembly District 25.

In Assembly District 29, Republican Annette Dawson Owens raised $88,000, compared to Democrat Joe Dalia’s $80,000. Dalia, however, has around $85,000 more in cash than Dawson Owens.

In Assembly District 35, vacated by Assemblywoman Michelle Gorelow (D-Las Vegas), Republican Rebecca Edgeworth has raised about $130,000 more than her Democrat opponent Sharifa Wahab, whose haul of about $27,000 was the lowest among any candidate in a race. Edgeworth also has about $100,000 more in cash on hand.

Republican David Brog raised $128,000 in Assembly District 37, about $20,000 more than Assemblywoman Shea Backus (D-Las Vegas). Backus, however, has a more than $25,000 lead in cash on hand.

Assemblywoman Sandra Jauregui (D-Las Vegas) raised over $190,000 in Assembly District 41, the most of any candidate in a race. Her Republican opponent, Rafael Arroyo, raised $70,000. Jauregui also has a lead of more than $260,000 in cash on hand.

Sen. Carrie Buck (R-Henderson) raised $174,000 toward her re-election bid in Senate District 5, while Democrat Jennifer Atlas raised about $114,000. Buck also has a lead of about $115,000 in cash on hand.

In Senate District 15, which is likely the best chance for a Democratic pickup in the Senate because of redistricting, Assemblywoman Angie Taylor (D-Reno) raised $110,000 in her bid to take the seat vacated by Sen. Heidi Seevers Gansert (R-Reno). Republican Mike Ginsburg, meanwhile, raised $75,000 and has a cash-on-hand lead of about $7,000.

In Assembly District 4, Democrat Ryan Hampton raised $173,000 compared to Republican Lisa Cole’s haul of $140,000. Hampton also has about $100,000 more in cash on hand than Cole.

Millions of dollars poured into Lombardo’s campaign machine through several PACs supporting the governor and his legislative candidates. The most public-facing one is the Better Nevada PAC, which received millions last year from Lombardo’s top campaign donor, Robert Bigelow.

In 2022, the PAC unleashed attacks against legislative Democrats embroiled in a “culture of corruption.” Better Nevada PAC raised more than $2.3 million, bolstered by a $1.6 million donation from the Las Vegas Sands and The Venetian, a company founded by late GOP megadonor Sheldon Adelson and now led by his widow, Miriam Adelson. It also received $100,000 from Uber.

The PAC spent $2 million on consulting and advertising last quarter. It also contributed to Republican candidates running in nine races, except Ginsburg, whose race is among the likely Democratic victories.

Additionally, Better Nevada transferred $1.4 million to a new PAC called the Better Nevada Ballot Advocacy Committee, which formed in May, to focus on supporting a voter ID ballot initiative. The initiative gathered more than 179,000 signatures in support and is awaiting approval from county election officials, which is due to state officials Thursday.

Another Lombardo-affiliated PAC is the Nevada Way PAC, which raised $630,000, with a $250,000 donation from Boyd Gaming Corporation. The PAC donated money to candidates in eight legislative races (all except Ginsburg and Buck). The Stronger Nevada PAC, a pro-Lombardo group run by former Lt. Gov. Mark Hutchison, also paid for in-kind media production services valued at $5,000 each for 11 Republican candidates, including Washoe County Commissioner Clara Andriola and many other legislative candidates.

In addition to the Lombardo-backed group on voter ID raising $1.4 million, three other groups supporting ballot initiatives received at least $1 million in donations from April through June. Nevadans for Reproductive Freedom, the group behind the ballot initiative to establish a constitutional right to abortion in Nevada, raised about $1.4 million, roughly the same amount raised last quarter.

It included $550,000 from the Tides Foundation, a left-leaning philanthropic fund with ties to Democratic megadonor George Soros, and $150,000 from Think Big America, a nonprofit tied to Illinois Gov. J.B. Pritzker that had previously given $1 million to the initiative. Quinn Delaney, a prominent Democratic donor, also gave $250,000 to the group.

Vote Yes on 3, a new group supporting Question 3 on the November ballot, which would establish open primaries and ranked-choice voting for non-presidential races, raised $5.75 million in the quarter. The haul included $4 million from Article IV, a Virginia-based group that bills itself as a nonpartisan group focused on improving democracy. The group also received $1.5 million from Unite America, a philanthropic fund dedicated to election reform, and $250,000 from Wynn Resorts.

The other seven-figure donation made by Uber was $1 million to Nevadans for Fair Recovery, a group backing the ballot initiative that seeks to cap attorney fees in Nevada at 20 percent of all settlements and awards. The ride-sharing company previously gave $4 million to the group.

This initiative is not vying for a spot on the November ballot but is instead seeking to address the 2025 legislative session. If it gets enough votes to do so and the Legislature does not act on it, the question could go before voters in the 2026 election.

A group of Nevada trial lawyers filed a lawsuit earlier this year seeking to block the petition, arguing its intention is to slow the sexual misconduct suits against Uber. While its initial effort failed, the suit is under appeal in the Nevada Supreme Court.

Citizens for Justice, the political arm of the Nevada Justice Association (the group behind the lawsuit), raised $2 million and spent about $340,000 in the second quarter. It is unclear how much of this was related to the petition. This haul is six times as much as the group’s first-quarter fundraising total.

Former Rep. Shelley Berkley raised $255,000 and has $500,000 in cash In the Las Vegas mayoral race. Her general election opponent, Las Vegas City Councilwoman Victoria Seaman, raised $247,000 and has $269,000 in cash.

Senate Majority Leader Nicole Cannizzaro (D-Las Vegas) is not facing a particularly competitive race this year but has more than $1 million in cash. She could be eyeing a run for statewide office in 2026.

In Senate District 3, Sen. Rochelle Nguyen (D-Las Vegas) emerged victorious over a Culinary Union-backed challenger. Nguyen’s campaign finance report revealed she brought in a remarkable $400,000 and spent $565,000 in the quarter, with donations from casinos and unions.

In a greenhouse in eastern Nevada, a botanist brushes pollen across endangered wildflowers to recreate natural pollination.

It is part of an ambitious experiment by a lithium mining company to prevent a rare desert plant from going extinct amidst a broader conflict pitting clean energy against native biodiversity. Australia-based Ioneer is behind this initiative, aiming to significantly boost U.S. lithium production to support the burgeoning electric vehicle industry and other clean energy projects.

The proposed mine in the Nevada desert could quadruple U.S. lithium output, a crucial component for batteries needed to reduce greenhouse gas emissions. While environmentalists support efforts to combat climate change, they oppose the mine due to its proximity to the only known habitats of the endangered Tiehm’s buckwheat.

The U.S. Bureau of Land Management has tentatively endorsed Ioneer’s plan, which includes propagating and transplanting the buckwheat as part of a draft environmental impact statement, pending further review by the Fish and Wildlife Service.

Critics argue that mining will obliterate the plant’s natural habitat and that transplanting greenhouse-grown specimens is an unproven and potentially futile endeavor. They caution that it may take centuries to determine if the natural environment for the plant can be replicated.

“This latest plan for Rhyolite Ridge Mine is just greenwashing extinction,” said Patrick Donnelly, the Center for Biological Diversity’s Great Basin director.

He accused proponents of misleading the public about the environmental friendliness of the plan and promised legal challenges if the mine proceeds.

Ioneer has been exploring Rhyolite Ridge’s mineral deposits since 2016.

Arnold Tiehm, the plant’s namesake, initially suggested in 1994 that the site be designated a botanical area and off-limits to mining. However, it wasn’t until 2022 that conservationists secured endangered status and critical habitat designation for the buckwheat.

The Biden administration and its commitment to strengthening the national battery supply chain and reducing dependence on fossil fuels has supported similar projects. The proposed mine could produce enough lithium carbonate annually for 370,000 electric vehicle batteries over its 26-year lifespan.

Chad Yeftich, Ioneer’s Vice President, expressed confidence in their ability to balance lithium production with environmental protection, stating, “Ioneer is confident in our ability to quadruple the nation’s supply of lithium while protecting Tiehm’s buckwheat.”

About 25,000 Tiehm’s buckwheat plants exist in the wild on federal land near the proposed mine site, discovered in the mid-1980s. These plants bloom for a few weeks each year and resemble scrawny dandelions.

Ioneer botanist Florencia Peredo Ovalle cares for approximately 350 specimens in a greenhouse, manually pollinating them due to the absence of natural pollinators. Despite previous setbacks in propagation efforts, company officials remain optimistic, viewing their plan as the best chance for the buckwheat’s survival.

Unlike traditional mining operations, Ioneer plans to backfill mined areas and restore habitats as the project progresses. Bernard Rowe, Ioneer’s Managing Director, emphasized the unique horizontal seam of lithium at Rhyolite Ridge, allowing for such reclamation efforts.

The company has invested about $2 million in conservation plans and intends to spend $1 million annually to ensure the species’ long-term viability. They cite the successful transplantation of Robbins’ Cinquefoil in New Hampshire as a precedent, although critics argue it’s too early to declare that effort a success.

While supporting lithium mining in general, conservationists oppose projects in fragile ecosystems. University scientists recently opposed Ioneer’s project, arguing that it would devastate over one-fifth of the critical habitat.

Naomi Fraga, director of conservation for the California Botanic Garden, co-signed the petition to list the buckwheat as endangered. She highlighted the challenges of transplanting plants back into the wild and called for a significantly larger buffer zone around the critical habitat.

Rowe indicated that the mine’s footprint has been reduced, removing roads and infrastructure from critical habitat areas. “The only thing that we left was the one thing that we can’t move, and that’s the deposit itself,” he said.

(Edit. Note: This article was files before Pres. Joe Biden dropped out as a presidential candidate on Sunday, July 21.)

President Joe Biden has declared his determination to remain in the presidential race and win re-election, relying heavily on voting blocs to secure his victory. This week, Biden will address Black and Latino voters at the annual NAACP and UnidosUS conventions in Las Vegas, Nevada.

White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre emphasized the administration’s commitment to advancing racial justice and equity for all Americans. A senior advisor highlighted the president’s significant contributions to underserved communities through major legislative achievements like the American Rescue Plan, Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, Chips and Science Act, and Inflation Reduction Act.

Stephen Benjamin, Director of the White House Office of Public Engagement, stressed the administration’s efforts to ensure every American has a fair shot through intentional policymaking. Rekha Balu, Vice President of the Office of Race and Equity Research at the Urban Institute, acknowledged the positive impact of Biden’s policies but noted the need for continued efforts to close the equity gap.

Despite Biden’s insistence that he remains the best candidate to lead the country, recent polls indicate a plurality of Black and Latino voters are dissatisfied with his performance and desire a different Democratic nominee. Nevertheless, Biden remains resolute, telling voters in Michigan that he is not going anywhere.

Roman Palomares, National President of the League of United Latin American Citizens (LULAC), urged greater attention to the Hispanic population, emphasizing their significant contributions to the country.

Black and Latino voters were instrumental in reviving Biden’s campaign and securing his victory four years ago. Now, he hopes these groups will support him for another term.

Biden has proposed a five percent cap on annual rent increases for tenants, aiming to tackle the high cost of housing. The proposal, announced during Biden’s visit to Nevada on Tuesday, July 16, is part of his campaign efforts amid a tense presidential race.

Housing costs have been a significant driver of inflation, and Biden’s plan requires solid Democratic control of Congress to become law. Most policymakers advocated increasing housing construction and changing land use regulations as more effective solutions to limit housing costs.

The proposed rent cap would apply only to landlords owning 50 or more units, with median national rent reported at $1,411 monthly in June, up from $1,150 in early 2021. Housing, a contributor to maintaining the consumer price index, is at three percent annually.

Inflation remains a significant political challenge for Biden as he competes against former President Donald Trump, the Republican nominee. Industry representatives criticized the rent cap as ineffective, arguing it would not address the housing shortage and could lead to fewer habitable units.

Sharon Wilson Géno, CEO of the National Multifamily Housing Council, emphasized the need for landlords to cover costs like maintenance, insurance, and taxes. She warned that if landlords cannot charge sufficient rent, property maintenance may decline, negatively affecting tenants.

Affordable housing advocates said Biden’s proposal could have reduced evictions and homelessness if implemented earlier. Diane Yentel, president and CEO of the National Low Income Housing Coalition, noted that the recent increases in homelessness resulted from significant rent hikes, and protections against rent gouging could have kept many families stably housed. Meanwhile, Nevada Realtors oppose Biden’s proposed five percent annual cap, calling the proposal “misguided.”

In related news, U.S. Attorney General Merrick Garland canceled a planned trip to Las Vegas following an attempt on the life of former President Trump. The Department of Justice stated that Garland would remain in Washington, D.C., to monitor the investigation closely, skipping his scheduled meetings and speaking engagements in Nevada, Idaho, Utah, and Kansas.

This incident marks the second or third time that political groups and county agencies have reported alleged right-wing violence. A similar claim arose during a protest outside the Sparks Library, where the presence of a firearm among the protesters, was cited as an act of violence.

Our Center, an LGBTQIA+ advocacy nonprofit, announced the cancellation of all future drag events in Washoe County public libraries due to alleged “violence” from right-wing protestors. The organization, known for its controversial “Drag Queen Story Hour,” cited concerns for the safety of library staff as the primary reason for the cancellation.

“The Workplace Violence Committee is recommending the cancellation of the program due to concerns for the safety of library staff over the behavior of a small group of conservative, right-wing protesters who injured a library employee and disturbed parents and children as they entered facilities for the storytimes. Violence is abhorrent and we do not condone behavior which puts our public servants at risk. From our perspective as the program has been canceled, the protesters have been rewarded for their bad behavior,” Our Center stated.

Stacey Spain, Executive Director of Our Center, emphasized their commitment to diversity and inclusion.

“The Drag Story Hour program exemplified these values, and it is deeply disappointing that outside influences have necessitated its cancellation. We will continue to explore alternative ways to promote understanding and celebrate diversity in our community,” Spain said.

It added that while they could host drag story hours outside the library, doing so would compromise the principle that public spaces should serve all minority communities equally.

The organization wants Washoe County to reconsider its stance and implement measures to protect future events and attendees. The decision to cancel the events was communicated to library staff in a letter from Washoe County Manager Eric Brown, citing significant concerns for employee safety despite increased security measures and de-escalation training.

Bruce Parks, Chairman of the Washoe County GOP, criticized media reports that linked his party to the protests, calling them false and misleading.

“The press will never miss an opportunity to portray Republicans in a bad light. Spain has publicly stated she has no interest in having a dialogue,” Parks said. “I would love to sit down with Spain and have a conversation. But I am pretty sure that is never going to happen.”

In response to the cancellation, the Washoe County Library expressed its commitment to partnering with Our Center and providing a safe and inclusive space for all community members. Brad Bynum, Washoe County Library spokesperson, noted that the decision to cease participation in the Drag Story Hour was due to threats and violence directed at staff.

Bynum also mentioned an incident where the Reno Police Department (RPD) refused to accept a report from an injured library employee during a June 15 Drag Story Hour event. North Valleys Library Manager Jonnica Bowen explained that while the incident was reported and documented, the police could not determine the specifics of the injury based on the available information.

The RPD couldn’t verify the complaint, so you will have to draw your own conclusions.

In the dimly lit back corner of the Gray Wolf Saloon, the air was thick with the scent of whiskey and tobacco. Though it was 1904, and they had electricity, and man had taken to the air the year before, a flickering light from an oil lamp cast long shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere ripe for storytelling.

At a worn wooden table, a group of old cowboys and outlaws gathered for their weekly card game, their faces etched with the lines of countless adventures. Among them sat Eli Thompson, a Western author known for his vivid tales of the frontier.

Thompson had come to Hard Scrabble seeking inspiration for his next novel, and he knew the best stories came from the most unexpected places. Tonight, he hoped to capture the essence of the Old West through the voices of those who had lived it.

After dealing the cards, the men began to talk, their voices a low murmur punctuated by the occasional laughter. Thompson listened intently, his notebook on his lap, open and ready to jot down any wisdom or colorful anecdotes

One-Eyed Jed McGraw, a grizzled cowboy with a patch over his left eye, took a swig of whiskey and leaned back in his chair.

“You young’uns don’t know what it was like back in the day,” he began, his voice gravelly. “We didn’t have no fancy gadgets or comforts. Just our wits and a good horse.”

Slim Turner, a reformed outlaw with a reputation for his quick draw, nodded in agreement.

“Ain’t that the truth. I remember the time we had to outrun a posse through the Badlands. Lost half our supplies and nearly starved, but we made it out alive.”

The men chuckled, and Thompson scribbled furiously, capturing the essence of the words. He could almost see the dusty trails and hear the thunder of hooves as they spoke.

Bull Johnson, a towering figure with a booming voice, slapped his cards on the table.

“And don’t forget the time we faced off against the Comanche. They were fierce warriors, but we held our ground. Took everything we had, but we earned their respect.”

Thompson’s pen flew across the page, his mind racing with ideas. The stories would breathe life into his characters, the raw, unfiltered experiences of men who had lived on the edge of civilization.

As the night wore on, the tales grew bolder, each man trying to outdo the other with his exploits. There were stories of cattle drives, gunfights, lost loves, and hard-won victories.

Through it all, Thompson remained a silent observer, soaking in the rich tapestry of their lives.

McGraw reminisced about the time he led a massive cattle drive from Texas to Montana. The journey was fraught with treacherous river crossings and relentless stampedes.

One night, a fierce storm rolled in, spooking the herd and causing a chaotic stampede. McGraw and his men rode hard, risking life and limb to regain control, and through sheer grit, they managed to steer the cattle back on course, ensuring success and earning a hefty payday.

Slim Turner had a knack for finding trouble, and his tale of his silver heist was a favorite among the group. Slim and his gang had caught wind of the shipment of gold readying for transport through the Sierra Nevada.

They planned an elaborate ambush, using the rugged terrain to their advantage. The heist went off without a hitch, and they made off with a fortune in silver.

However, the law was hot on their trail, leading to a high-stakes chase through the mountains. Turner’s quick thinking and knowledge of the land allowed them to evade capture and disappear into the wilderness.

Bull Johnson’s story of his encounter with the Comanche was one of bravery and respect. While scouting new territory, Buck and his men stumbled upon a Comanche hunting party.

Tensions were high, but Bull, recognizing the importance of diplomacy, approached the Comanche leader with an offer of peace. Through tense negotiations and displays of mutual respect, they managed to avoid conflict and even established a tentative alliance. The encounter taught Bull the value of understanding and respecting different cultures.

Tom Dalton shared the legend of the Lost Mine, a tale of greed and betrayal. Dalton and his partner discovered a rich vein of gold deep in the mountains.

They swore to keep it a secret, but greed got the better of his partner, who tried to claim the mine for himself. A fierce struggle ensued, and Dalton ended up getting left for dead.

Miraculously, he survived and made his way back to civilization, but the location of the mine was lost forever. The story became a cautionary tale about greed and the importance of loyalty.

One of the most daring tales came from Hank “Ghost” Miller, a former outlaw known for his stealth. Hank recounted when he and his crew planned and executed a train robbery.

They targeted a heavily guarded train carrying payroll for a mining company. Using the cover of night, they boarded the train, subdued the guards, and made off with the loot. So carefully planned was the heist that authorities were left baffled, solidifying his reputation as a master thief.

Miller was known for his stealth and cunning, a master thief who could slip in and out of any situation without a trace. His reputation had earned him many enemies, but none more dangerous than Reaper Kane, a bounty hunter with a relentless drive and a deadly aim.

The encounter began on a moonless night in the town of Dry Gulch. Miller had just pulled off a daring heist, relieving a wealthy banker of a small fortune in gold.

His senses were on alert as he trotted through the darkened alleys. He knew the bounty on his head had attracted the attention of the best in the business, and Kane was the best.

Kane had been tracking Miller for weeks, studying his every move. He was a tall, imposing figure with a cold, calculating demeanor. His nickname, “Reaper,” was well-earned, as he had brought many outlaws to justice, dead or alive.

Tonight, he was determined to add Miller to his list.

Miller’s instincts, however, told him somebody was tailing him. He quickened his pace, weaving through the narrow streets, but Kane was always one step ahead. The chase led them to the outskirts of town, where the shadows of an old abandoned mine loomed.

Miller slipped into the mine, hoping to lose Kane in the labyrinth of tunnels. The air was thick and ancient, and the only sound was the echo of his footsteps. He moved silently, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of his pursuer.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence.

“You can’t hide forever, Ghost.”

Miller froze, his heart pounding. Kane’s voice was calm, almost taunting.

Miller knew he had to stay one step ahead to survive. He moved deeper into the mine, his mind racing with possible escape routes.

Kane followed, his footsteps steady and unhurried. He had faced many outlaws — but none as elusive as Miller. The thrill of the hunt drove him forward, his senses sharp and focused.

As Miller rounded a corner, he spotted a narrow shaft leading to the surface. It was a risky move, but he had no choice.

He climbed quickly, his muscles straining with the effort. Just as he reached the top, a shot rang out, the bullet grazing his shoulder.

Miller gritted his teeth against the pain and pulled himself up, emerging into the cool night air. He knew he had to keep moving, but his injury slowed him down.

Kane was close behind, his silhouette a dark shadow against the moonlit sky.

The showdown took place in a clearing just outside the mine. Miller, wounded and cornered, faced Kane, who stood with his gun drawn, a look of grim determination on his face.

“It’s over, Hank,” Kane said, his voice steady. “You’re coming with me, dead or alive.”

Miller’s mind raced, searching for a way out. He knew he couldn’t outrun Kame, but he could outthink him.

With a sudden burst of energy, Miller lunged to the side, throwing a handful of dirt into Kane’s eyes. Kane staggered back, momentarily blinded.

Miller seized the opportunity, drawing his gun and firing a warning shot.

“I don’t want to kill you, Silas. But I won’t go down without a fight.”

Kane wiped the dirt from his eyes, his vision clearing. He saw the determination in Miller’s eyes and knew this was a fight he couldn’t win easily.

With a grudging respect, he lowered his gun.

“You’re a slippery one, Ghost,” Kane said, a hint of admiration in his voice. “But this isn’t over. I’ll be back.”

Miller nodded, his grip on his gun steady. “I’ll be ready.”

As Kane retreated into the night, Miller knew he had narrowly escaped. The encounter had left him shaken but more determined than ever to stay one step ahead.

The sun was setting over the Dry Gulch, casting long shadows across the town.

Miller sat at a corner table in the saloon, nursing a glass of whiskey. It had been months since his encounter with Kane, and the memory of their showdown still lingered in his mind and on his shoulder.

As the saloon door swung open, Miller looked to see Kane entering, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light. The bounty hunter’s eyes scanned the room before locking onto Miller’s.

With a nod, Kane approached and took a seat across from him.

“Hank,” Kane greeted, his voice steady. “I hear you’ve been keeping a low profile.”

Hank smirked. “Just trying to stay out of trouble, Silas. What brings you here?”

Silas leaned in, his expression serious.

“I have a proposition for you. One last job. There’s a shipment of gold being transported through the Badlands. It’s heavily guarded, but the payoff is worth it.”

Hank raised an eyebrow.

“And you want me to help you? Last time we met, you were trying to put me in a casket.”

Silas nodded.

“I know. But this job requires your skills. We both know you’re the best at what you do. Besides, there’s more at stake here than just gold.”

Hank’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean?”

Silas glanced around to ensure no one was listening.

“The shipment is part of a larger operation. Corrupt officials are using it to fund illegal activities. If we pull this off, we can expose them and take down a major criminal network.”

Hank considered the offer. The idea of taking down corrupt officials and making a fortune was tempting. He knew it was risky, but the chance to do something meaningful was too good to pass up.

“Alright, Silas,” Hank said, extending his hand. “I’m in. But we do this my way.”

Silas shook Hank’s hand, a rare smile crossing his face. “Agreed. Let’s get to work.”

The two men spent the next few days planning the heist, combining their expertise to devise a foolproof strategy. Hank’s knowledge of stealth and Silas’ tactical skills made them a formidable team.

On the night of the heist, they set out for the Badlands, their horses moving silently through the darkness. Like Silas said, there were heavily armed guards, but Hank quickly spotted a weak point in their defenses.

As they approached the convoy, Hank signaled for Silas to take out the guards on the perimeter. Silas neutralized the sentries, clearing the way for Hank to slip inside.

Hank moved like a shadow, his movements silent and deliberate. He reached the wagon carrying the gold and began to work on the lock.

Just as he was about to open it, a guard appeared, his gun drawn. Before the guard could react, Silas’s shot rang out, dropping him instantly.

Hank nodded thanks and quickly opened the wagon, revealing the glittering treasure. With the gold secured, they escaped, the sound of hooves echoing through the night.

As they rode back to Dry Gulch, Hank could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction. They had pulled off the heist and struck a blow against corruption.

Once back in town, they divvied up the gold and raised a toast to their success. Silas looked at Hank, a newfound respect in his eyes.

“You did good, Hank,” Silas said. “Maybe you’re not such a ghost after all.”

Hank chuckled.

“And maybe you’re not such a reaper. Here’s to one last job.”

As they clinked their glasses, the two men knew that their paths might diverge again, but for this moment, they were allies, united by a common goal and the thrill of the heist. Silas would die a year and a half later in a riding accident, dragged to death by a wild mount when his foot became entangled with a stirrup.

The adventures, filled with danger, excitement, and hard-earned wisdom, were the lifeblood of the old cowboys and outlaws. Each tale added to the rich tapestry of the Old West, a catalog of the rugged spirit and indomitable will of those who lived it.

As the night wore on and the stories and whiskey flowed, so did the card game. The old cowboys and outlaws, each with their tales of adventure, played their hands with a mix of skill and luck. The stakes were not high, not just for the pot of Indian Head pennies in the center of the table and the honor of paying the saloon tab.

In the final round, it came down to McGraw and Johnson.

One-eyed Jed had a reputation for reading people and cards. On the other hand, Bull was known for his bold moves and unshakable confidence.

The tension was palpable as they revealed their hands. Jed had a strong hand, but Bull’s was better, so with a triumphant grin, Buck laid down his cards, a winning combination.

“Looks like I win this round,” Bull boomed through the saloon.

The other men chuckled and clapped Bull on the back. Jed shook his head with a wry smile.

“Well, Bull, looks like the drinks are on you tonight.”

Bull laughed heartily.

“Fair enough, boys. Bartender, keep ’em coming! Tonight, the tab’s on me!”

The saloon erupted as Bull paid the tab, the camaraderie and laughter filling the room. Thompson watched with a smile, knowing he had witnessed a night of true Western spirit and friendship.

He closed his notebook and stood up, feeling gratitude for the opportunity to witness these living legends share their past.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” Thompson said, tipping his hat. “You’ve given me more than I could have ever hoped for.”

Jed grinned, his one good eye twinkling with mischief.

“Just make sure you get our good sides, son. And remember, some things are best left to the imagination.”

Thompson nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I will do my best.”

Stepping out into the cool night air, Eli Thompson, Western author, felt a sense of renewed purpose. Tucking his notebook and pencil inside his coat, he wandered to the hotel, where he had booked a room, and his new-fangled typewriter waited for his arrival.

Life could be harsh and unforgiving in the southern Nevada dust town of Red Rock. The townsfolks lived in fear of the outlaws who roamed the borderland between Calfornios and the Vegas Wash, taking what they wanted at will, if not by force.

Among these outlaws was Jesse “Black Jack” McGraw, a man with a notorious reputation and a price on his head. One fateful day, Jesse rode into Red Rock, eyes scanning the dusty streets.

He was on the run from the law, seeking refuge in the one place he thought he might find it. As he dismounted his horse, he noticed a young woman struggling to lift a heavy grain sack.

Her name was Clara, and she ran the local general store, an inheritance from her father, who was murdered in cold blood by an outlaw named Snake Turner.

Despite his hardened exterior, something in Jesse stirred. He approached her and offered his help. She hesitated, recognizing him immediately, but the desperation in her eyes outweighed her fear.

“Thank you,” Clara said as Jesse easily hefted the sack.

Jesse nodded, tipping his hat. “Just doing what I can.”

Days turned into weeks, and Jesse returned to the store to help Clara with various tasks. The townsfolk watched with suspicion. However, Clara saw something different in him—a man seeking redemption.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, four outlaws rode into Red Rock, led by Snake Turner, a ruthless bandit with a vendetta against Jesse. The town braced for the worst, but Jesse stood his ground.

“Leave these people alone, Snake,” Jesse called out, his voice steady.

Snake sneered.

“You think you can stop us, Black Jack? You’re one of us!”

“Not anymore,” Jesse replied, drawing his revolver.

The air was tense as Jesse faced off against Snake Turner. The townsfolk watched from behind shuttered windows and doorways, holding their breath as the two men squared off.

Snake sneered, his hand hovering over his gun.

“You think you can take me, Maverick?”

Jesse’s eyes narrowed, his stance steady.

“It’s over, Snake.”

In a flash, Snake drew his revolver, but Jesse was faster. The crack of gunfire echoed through the street as both men fired simultaneously.

Jesse’s shot hit its mark, striking Snake in the shoulder and causing him to stagger. Snake’s bullet grazed Jesse’s arm, but he barely flinched, his focus unwavering.

Wounded but defiant, Snake tried to raise his gun again, but Jesse was already moving. With a swift, decisive shot, Jesse aimed for Snake’s chest.

The bullet struck true, and Snake fell to the ground, his gun dropping to the dusty roadway. The outlaw’s eyes widened in shock as he gasped for breath, the life draining from him.

Jesse approached cautiously, his pistol still trained on the dying man. Snakes’s defiance faded, replaced by a look of resignation.

“It’s over, Snake,” Jesse said quietly, holstering his gun. “You won’t be hurting anyone again.”

Snake’s eyes flickered one last time before closing forever. Quietly, the remaining three outlaws turned their horses against the setting sun and rode from town, having not once lifted a finger to help their fallen leader.

The townsfolk gathered around, their fear replaced by a morbid curiosity of witnessing a dead man face down in a wagon rut. Clara rushed to Jesse’s side, her eyes filled with concern.

“You okay?” she whispered.

Jesse smiled weakly, “I am now.”

As Jesse recovered from his wounds, the town of Red Rock began to see him in a new light. No longer was he the feared outlaw but a man who had risked his life to protect them.

Clara tended to his injuries, her care a contrast to the rough life he had known. Weeks passed, and Jesse’s strength returned.

He took on more responsibilities around the town, helping to rebuild the damage from the gunfight. The townsfolk, once wary, now greeted him with nods of respect and gratitude.

One day, as Jesse was repairing the roof of the general store, a stranger rode into town. He was a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression.

The townsfolk whispered among themselves, recognizing him as Marshal Ethan Hayes, a lawman known for his relentless pursuit of justice. Marshal Hayes dismounted and approached Jesse, his eyes narrowing.

“Black Jack McGraw, I’ve been looking for you.”

Jesse climbed down from the roof, his heart pounding. “Marshal Hayes. What brings you to Red Rock?”

“I heard about what you did here,” Hayes replied. “Taking down Snake Turner and his gang. But you still have a lot to answer for.”

Jesse nodded, his gaze steady. “I know. I’m ready to face the consequences.”

Clara stepped forward, her voice firm.

“Marshal, Jesse has changed. He’s been helping us rebuild, protecting the town. He’s not the same man he used to be.”

Hayes looked at Clara, then back at Jesse.

“People don’t change that easily, Miss. But I’ll give him a chance to prove himself.”

The Marshal decided to stay in Red Rock for a while, observing Jesse’s actions.

One noontime, bandits rode into town seeking revenge for the death of Turner led by Red Malone, a ruthless outlaw with a chip on his shoulder.

Red Rock braced for another battle, but they had Jesse and Hayes on their side this time. They stood shoulder to shoulder, ready to defend Red Rock.

“Looks like we have some unfinished business,” Red sneered, his eyes locked on Jesse.

“Not today, Red,” Jesse replied, his hand hovering over his revolver.

The gunfight was fierce, but with Jesse’s bravery and Hayes’ experience, they quickly overpowered the bandits. With the capture of Red, the town was safe once more.

Hayes approached Jesse, a rare smile on his face.

“You’ve proven yourself, Jesse. You’ve earned a second chance.”

Jesse nodded, relief washing over him.

“Thank you, Marshal.”

With Malone captured and his gang either dead or dying, the town of Red Rock breathed a sigh of relief. The threat that had loomed over them was finally gone, and the townsfolk could begin to rebuild their lives without fear.

Hayes took charge of Rufus, ensuring he was locked up in the town jail.

The following morning, Hayes prepared to transport Rufus to the nearest federal prison, where he would face trial for his crimes.

The townsfolk gathered to see them off, their faces a mix of relief and gratitude. Jesse stood beside Clara, watching as the marshal and his prisoner rode from town.

Clara squeezed Jesse’s hand, as her eyes filled with pride.

“You did it, Jesse. You helped save this town,” she said softly.

Jesse nodded, a sense of peace settling over him. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Clara. You’ve given me a reason to change.”

The sun was setting over the rugged landscape of Red Rock, casting long shadows across the town. Jesse “Black Jack” McGraw stood at the edge of town, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He had received word that his old gang, led by Tom “Iron Hand” Dalton, was heading towards Red Rock, seeking revenge for Jesse’s betrayal.

Jesse knew this confrontation was inevitable. He had turned his back on his old life, but the past had a way of catching up. As the dust cloud on the horizon grew closer, Jesse tightened his grip on his revolver, ready for what was to come.

Marshal Ethan Hayes stood beside him, his expression grim. “You sure about this, Jesse? We can handle them together.”

Jesse shook his head. “This is something I have to do alone, Marshal. They need to see that I’ve changed.”

Hayes nodded, respecting Jesse’s decision. “I’ll be nearby if you need backup.”

As the gang rode into town, their horses kicking up dust, Jesse stepped forward to meet them. Tom Dalton, a burly man with a steely gaze, dismounted and approached Jesse, his hand resting on the hilt of his gun.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Black Jack,” Tom sneered. “Thought you could just walk away from us, did you?”

Jesse stood his ground, his voice steady.

“I’m not the same man I used to be, Tom. I’ve found a new path, and I’m not going back.”

Tom laughed, a harsh, grating sound.

“You think you can just leave the gang and play hero in this little town? You’re still one of us, Jesse.”

The other gang members, a motley crew of hardened outlaws, watched the exchange with interest. Jesse could see the doubt in their eyes, the uncertainty. He knew he had to make them understand.

“I’ve made mistakes,” Jesse said, his voice carrying over the silent street. “But I’ve found something worth fighting for here. These people have given me a second chance, and I’m not going to let you take that away.”

Tom’s expression darkened.

“You’ve gone soft, Jesse. Maybe we need to remind you who you really are.”

“Maybe,” Jesse said with a shrug of his shoulders.

In a flash, Tom drew his gun, but Jesse was faster. He fired a warning shot into the ground at Tom’s feet, the sound echoing through the town.

The gang members tensed, their hands hovering over their weapons.

“Don’t make me do this, Tom,” Jesse warned. “I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to fight them, but I will if I have to.”

Tom hesitated, his eyes narrowing as he studied Jesse. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Finally, Tom lowered his gun, a grudging respect in his gaze.

“Maybe you’ve changed, Jesse,” Tom said slowly. “But don’t think for a second that we’ll forget what you did.”

Jesse nodded, his grip on his revolver relaxing.

“I don’t expect you to. But if you ever come back here looking for trouble, you’ll find more than you bargained for.”

With that, Tom signaled to the gang, and they mounted their horses. As they rode out of town, Jesse watched them go, a weight lifting from his shoulders. He had faced his past and emerged stronger for it.

Marshal Hayes approached, a look of approval on his face.

“You handled that well, Jesse. You’ve come a long way.”

Jesse nodded, a sense of peace settling over him as he stepped onto the boardwalk leading to the general store.

Clara’s general store became the heart of the community, where people gathered to share news and support one another. Her relationship with Jesse deepened, and they soon became inseparable.

One evening, as the sun set over the horizon, the town gathered for a dance in the town square, where the men had built a makeshift stage. The mayor, named Mr. Samuel, stepped forward to address the crowd.

“Today, we celebrate the bravery and dedication of two men who have given us hope and a future,” Samuel began. “Jesse McGraw, you have shown us that redemption is possible, and Marshal Hayes, your unwavering commitment to justice has made our town a safer place.”

The crowd erupted in applause as Jesse and Hayes stepped onto the stage. Jesse felt a swell of emotion as he looked out at the faces of the people he had come to care for.

“Thank you,” Jesse said, his voice steady. “I may have started as an outlaw, but with your support, I’ve found a new path. This town has given me a second chance, and I’ll do everything I can to protect it. Now let’s quit jawing and get some music playing.”

As the celebration continued into the night and the small hours and as the sun began to rise, Jesse and Clara stood together, watching the festivities. For the first time in a long while, Jesse felt a sense of hope and belonging, even though the future remained uncertain.