• Not One Person?

    All I want is an honest accounting from someone, anyone, on the ‘other side,’ to come forward and admit these well-documented events are happening without attempting to obfuscate, deny, or lie for their party. Is this too much to ask? I need to know that morality, honesty, and personal integrity are alive and mean something.…

  • Voices Gone

    In the land where sagebrush whispers to the wind, A tale of partnership begins, a bond that time can’t rescind. Coyote roams the dusty trails, with Raven high above, Two kindred spirits, side by side, bound by a shared love. Through canyons deep and mesas tall, they navigate the land, A synergy of earth and…

  • Beneath the Surface

    The town of Dusty Ridge sat nestled in a valley, surrounded by rugged peaks and endless stretches of sagebrush. It was a place where time seemed to move a mite slower, where the days stretched out like lazy cats in the sun. Folks, there had a way of knowin’ each other’s business without ever sayin’…

  • Night into Morning into Night

    The sun hung low on the horizon, paintin’ the sky with shades of orange and pink, castin’ long shadows across the prairie. It was the kind of evenin’ that made a man feel like he was sittin’ right in the palm of the Almighty’s hand. I settled down by the campfire, cracklin’ flames sendin’ sparks…

  • Exploring Five Styles in American Frontier Literature 

    Abstract: This paper embarks on a comprehensive examination of the narrative styles and approaches employed by five notable authors in American frontier literature. Through an in-depth analysis of the works of Mark Twain, Jack London, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Will James, and Louis L’Amour, we seek to uncover the unique techniques and thematic nuances that distinguish…

  • Coyote Wins the War

    In the pale moon’s glow, the prairie wind does sigh, A tale of wildness, ‘neath the Western sky. Where once the cattle roamed, and mustangs ran free, Now echoes of a world lost to history. The coyotes, cunning, with eyes gleaming bright, Crept from the shadows, in the dead of night. They whispered in the…

  • We Speak American English in Virginia City

    Yesterday, as I started for the Roasting House door to drop off some newspapers, I met Robert warning me, “Don’t go in there.” “Why? What’s going on?” “A woman is having a seizure in there.” Like the ass I can be, I pushed passed and entered to find a young woman in the throes of…

  • Nevada Supreme Court Upholds Journalist’s Posthumous Privacy Rights

    The Nevada Supreme Court affirmed the posthumous privacy rights of slain reporter Jeff German, delivering a significant victory for press freedom and the protection of journalists’ sources. The decision, handed down on Thursday, October 6, asserted that Nevada’s shield law, designed to safeguard journalists from revealing their sources, extends even after a journalist’s passing. This…

  • Lombardo Challenges Biden Administration’s NEPA Revisions

    In a unified stance against the Biden administration’s Council of Environmental Quality (CEQ) revisions to the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA), governors, led by Governor Joe Lombardo of Nevada, are raising concerns about expanded and arbitrary environmental justice standards applied to infrastructure and energy projects. The Governors argue that Biden’s proposed rule expands the purview…

  • The Five Scribes

    In the pages of time, their tales unfold, Five scribes of the West, courageous and bold. Mark Twain, with wit as sharp as a spur, Spun yarns of Tom and Huck, adventures that stir. Jack London, he roamed the wild and the free, With Yukon’s call, he found destiny. Through White Fang’s eyes, he saw…