“Lovelock, Nev. (AP) – Two women are missing after an outing in desert with friends. Foul play not ruled out. Authorities are searching the surrounding canyon and caves.” Previously known as Sunset Guano Cave, Horseshoe Cave, and Loud Site 18, Lovelock Cave is 150 feet long and 35 feet wide. In 1911 two miners began digging out…

The four women piled into the sports car. The driver, Janice Cohen had told them about a great place where they could have a picnic and do some exploring. Marilyn Winap-Denault, who packed them a lunch, sat in the passenger seat, while Lori Thurman and April Johnson sat in the back seat. Though the speed…

“Lovelock, Nev. (AP) — Pershing County Sheriff’s Office investigators are continuing to ask the public to be on the lookout for a missing woman, Almarinda deOliveria, after finding her abandoned car in the White Horse Canyon area. She was last seen in Winnemucca on the 10th.” Deputies confirmed that the car appeared to be ‘out…

Originally, I wasn’t going to publish tomorrow’s ‘fiction’ chapter story, “The Fourth Woman,” until September. But with the possibility of landing an actual paying job, ‘there’s no time like the present.’ Did I mention, “The Fourth Woman,” is fiction? If not, let me tell say that it’s fictional, save for unfortunate Winnescheika.  She’s a very real…

By most folks  standards, Charlie Vickers was an arrogant bully.  Lord help the cowpoke that didn’t move quick enough for him when he barked an ‘order’ or who gave Charlie even the slightest bit of lip. He had no problem using his size as a weapon of intimidation, pushing men aside as he cussed them…

It was a very small room, certainly not big enough for two. Yet there it was with him, resting slightly outside the illumination of the single, naked bulb that burned dull, both night and day for his well-being. It began two weeks before… Stanley, a night foreman at the local foundry was trying to sleep.…

Joe the Camel was not ‘lost,’ as in not knowing where he was. He knew exactly where he was, though he would have been hard pressed to point out his exact location on a road map. For others, the desert might stretch out to the horizon in all directions, miles to the nearest bit of…

My poor friend H.R.R. Gorman writes these wonderfully serious and thoughtful pieces of science fiction and I come along and screw’em up. In this case, H.R.R.’s three part story, “Inhabitation Machine,” which is about future time travel back in history. Thanks, H.R.R. for the indulgence. Afan laid back in the brine. He knew well the…

The cowpoke lived alone, Visitors, few and far, Save for that dog that he had. I would reach down to pet And he would not allow my touch. Odd, but I have never Had this affect — in fact Ranch dogs naturally like me. I’ll brag — and without tact, Puppies, on me, tend to…

“We was told not to cross the Carson,” the old man said. “I was a youngin’ then, younger than you are today. That ol’ war Chief said he couldn’t control them warriors on the other side.” ‘Captain’ Asa  Bledsoe, born in 1880, was nearly 102-years old. He wasn’t usually awake during the graveyard shift at…