And in the morning I was riding Out through the breaks of that long plain, And leather creaking in the quieting Would sound with trot and trot again. I lived in time with horse hoof falling; I listened well and heard the calling. The earth, my mother, bade to me, Though I would still ride…

A wild stallion was found dead about 30 miles northwest of Ely after being shot in the abdomen on Wednesday, October 18. American Wild Horse Campaign (AWHC) representative Monica Ross came across the lifeless animal while documenting the wild horses of the Triple B Herd Management Area on Nevada’s public lands. Alongside the mortal wound,…

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In a crash on Monday, October 16, two residents of Fallon died in a two-vehicle collision involving a semi-truck at Mclean Road and Casey Road in Churchill County. Nevada State Police responded to the scene at approximately 9:52 a.m. According to preliminary investigations, a 2006 Pontiac sedan was heading eastbound on Casey Road, nearing the…

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An hour after sunset and fifteen minutes after I pulled the covers over myself, a knock came at my door. The sudden interruption jolted me awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Quickly I got up, stumbling in the dim light, and hastily pulled on my pants. Spotting a worn-out tee shirt in the corner,…

Down in the hovel, where shadows play, A tale of Hell Betty, we shall relay. No Barbie doll, nor Monroe’s sway, She walks her lightening path in her way. No statuesque form, nor Hollywood mold, Full-figured, bold, a spirit untold. Leathers and hat, her story unfolds, Her personality fierce and uncontrolled. Leathers clasp and hat…

In the quaint town of Snidleybrook, a woman named Emily had an unusual ability. “I see dead people,” she would often say, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Though initially taken aback, Emily’s friends grew accustomed to her peculiar talent. One crisp autumn afternoon, Emily and her friend, Booger, strolled through the town square,…

Yodie is what I called him, short for Coyote. An animal the size of a German Shepherd, with fur cascading around his neck and shoulders, he reminded me of a wolf. Yodie and I shared a silent understanding. He would emerge from the shadows, nearly invisible, and fix his gaze upon me as I wandered…

Jess Flying Eagle stood tall and sturdy, his eyes as sharp as the chiseled features and lines of his desert-weathered face. He had a way with horses, a knack for understanding their wild hearts. He’d seen it all, from the fieriest bronc to the gentlest colt, and he knew that every horse had a story,…