In the bustling town of Reno, where the Truckee River murmurs secrets to the sagebrush, a father and son have found themselves in a pickle that’d make even old Injun’ Jim raise an eyebrow. The law laid its heavy hand on Carlos Recinos-Valdez, a man of forty-three summers, and his spry young cub, Kevin Recinos-Ruano,…

Out in the dusty stretches of Winnemucca, where the sagebrush whispers secrets and the wind carries a tune of hard labor, Governor Joe Lombardo and Congressman Mark Amodei came a-traipsin’ on Tuesday afternoon, their brand-new work boots gleam’n like a pair of polished city notions. They’d come to gawk at a mighty workforce housing project…

Taxpayer Tomfoolery and Housing Hopes Nevada Senator Catherine Cortez Masto is kickin’ up dust like a mule in a dry wash over some mighty curious goin’s-on in Washington. It ain’t no tale of silver mines, but it’s got its share of high stakes and sharp tongues, and I reckon it’s worth a listen. Now, Senator…

In the sagebrush-dotted wilds of Nevada, where the sun blisters the sand while the wind whispers secrets to the Joshua trees, two congressional critters—Susie Lee, a Democrat lass from the southern reaches, and Mark Amodei, a Republican gent from the north—have teamed up with a posse of lawmakers to lasso a newfangled bill. They’re callin’…

On a brisk Thursday, March 19, state lawmakers sat down to pick through this fiscal briar patch, and Democratic Assemblyman Howard Watts caught a thorn that didn’t sit right with him. Now, the prison stores in Nevada ain’t no trifling matter. They’re projecting nigh on $15 million in sales this year, a sum that keeps…

Now, gather ‘round for a yarn about the ruckus down in Mesquite, where the former chief of police, one MaQuade Chelsey, found himself in a pickle hotter than a steamboat’s boiler. The City of Mesquite, in all its municipal wisdom, let loose a report that’d make a catfish blush, and it’s a tale worth tellin’.…

A Fire, A Fool, and a Fit of Lunacy in Las Vegas In the annals of human folly, where the wise scratch their heads and the foolish light matches, there comes a tale from the neon-lit sands of Las Vegas—a yarn so peculiar it might’ve been dreamed up by a man who’d stared too long…

Three years and five trials after the gruesome discovery of I.N. Sharp’s dismembered body near the Rabbithole Sulphur mines, J.W. Rover was ceremoniously hanged in the Washoe County Courthouse yard on the chilly afternoon of February 19, 1878. It would become Reno’s first—and only—public execution that garnered no small amount of attention in the growing…

And a Notable Absence In a grand display of legal gumption, South Carolina Attorney General Alan Wilson, with a hearty contingent of fourteen fellow attorneys general from states far and wide—Georgia, West Virginia, Mississippi, Iowa, North Dakota, Florida, Oklahoma, Montana, Louisiana, Indiana, Missouri, Utah, South Dakota, and Kansas—put their names to a letter that might…

The Bureau of Land Management, in an act of generosity rarely seen outside of a poker table in a boomtown saloon, is offering a princely sum of $1,500 to any citizen whose sense of justice outweighs their sense of neighborly discretion. This reward is for information leading to the apprehension of the artistic scoundrels who…