Tom Darby

  • The Road to Somewhere, Provided Nobody Objects

    In Nevada, there’s nothing more certain than the arrival of another traffic study. Give a committee a highway, a growing industrial park, and sufficient automobiles. And before long there will be maps on tables, arrows pointing in several directions, and… Continue reading

  • Wilderness Takes to the Highway

    You can travel across Nevada without encountering another human, yet may come across a free-range horse at any time. It is one of the state’s peculiar arrangements with nature: civilization builds a highway, nature supplies the horses, and everybody trusts… Continue reading

  • The Four Car Gambit

    There are many ways to improve a neighborhood, but hiding four stolen automobiles on your property is not among them. This useful principle was apparently overlooked in Silver Springs last week, when detectives with the Lyon County Sheriff’s Office Special… Continue reading

  • Dust Bowl Roulette

    I woke up in a motel room on the edge of Virginia City with the sun punching through the blinds like a personal grudge. The air conditioner spat warm air. My mouth tasted like roadkill left out in the rain.… Continue reading

  • Chukar Weather

    Father McBride’s mind was full, and he’d seen enough of the church for that week. Though his knees ached, he knew he had to get out and do some chukar hunting. He knew he’d find himself in confession for all… Continue reading

  • A Very Tired Journey

    It’s been a silly day, the kind that comes naturally to travelers after enough miles, enough meals, and enough roadside scenery to make the brain resign its post and leave the body to fend for itself. We have reached that… Continue reading

  • An Angel with the Shotgun

    The sun hung low over the high country, painting the sagebrush gold and the distant peaks a hard, unforgiving purple. Charlie Ransom reined in his bay at the ridge crest and looked down on the Double R spread. Smoke rose… Continue reading

  • The Exhaustion of Being a Tourist in One’s Own Life

    Sometimes a man discovers he has been traveling extensively without actually going anywhere worth mentioning, and this is one of those times. In the last forty-eight hours, we have crossed two states, wandered through three counties, eaten in four restaurants,… Continue reading

  • The Fall of Drago

    High above the Blackspine Mountains, the great red dragon shattered the last of the invaders’ sky-ships. His claws had torn through enchanted hulls, his fire had melted iron and pride alike. The armies below cheered as the final vessel exploded… Continue reading

  • On the Road to Klamath

    It is a long way out of Nevada and into Northern California, and a man who undertakes the journey that modern civilization has conquered the wilderness is a man who has not yet encountered a bathroom at a California gas… Continue reading