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A Call Before Dawn
The call came at 3 a.m., the hour when voices sound different and explanations come out unfinished. A man told a 911 operator his wife was hurt and needed medical help. The address led responders to a home on Esmeralda Avenue, near Sahara and Arville, an ordinary block at an hour when most of it…
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An Endorsement Outside the Classroom
On a matter as quiet as a ballot and as loud as a classroom, Nevada’s largest teachers union has made its choice. The Nevada State Education Association, which represents public school teachers across the state, is endorsing Secretary of State Cisco Aguilar for re-election. The office he holds does not set curriculum or run schools,…
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A Raise After the Storm
On Monday afternoon, inside a room built for steady decisions, the Sparks City Council asked a question that tends to arrive only after the hard part is over: What is steady leadership worth? The answer, after some trial and error, came out to 4 percent and $10,000. City Manager Dion Louthan, who took over in…
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Five Minutes Missing
The argument began, as many do now, with a video already in motion. Posted to YouTube, it showed Lyon County deputies grappling with a man on the ground, hands, commands, a burst of force, and the kind of struggle that looks different depending on when you start watching. The man is Chris Nixon. The accusation…
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The Space Between Decisions
The intersection of Riverboat Road and U.S. 50 does not seem like a place where lives divide. It is an ordinary crossing, one road pausing, another refusing to. A stop sign stands there with a simple instruction that has saved countless lives by being obeyed and ended others by being overlooked. Earlier this month, it…
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A Long Stain on a Quiet Road
State Route 278 is not a road that expects much excitement. It runs through Eureka County with the kind of patience only empty places can afford, long stretches, little traffic, and the steady understanding that most days will resemble the last. Sunday broke that agreement. A truck hauling two tankers of diesel was moving along…
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The Quiet Hum of Progress
By Monday night, the conversation had already been building for months, low, steady, and hard to ignore, like the thing many in the room had come to talk about. Data centers. They don’t arrive with smokestacks or neon. They come in long, windowless buildings, the kind that look finished before anyone notices they’ve begun. Inside,…
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The Man Who Would Not Stay Put
In January, when the year was still pretending to be orderly, a small group of Reno detectives began pulling on a loose thread. It belonged to a man who was not supposed to slip through cracks. Geovaughanii Chambers-Richie, 28, had a standing obligation to the state of Nevada: if he moved, he had 48 hours…
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Bristlewolf and Three-Fingers Hot Springs
There are stories folks will tell you with a campfire crackling and the stars out in full regalia, and then there are stories they’ll only whisper when the fire’s gone out. And the desert is dead still. This one falls into the latter. Now I’ve been known to chase hot springs across Nevada like some…
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A Short Detour Down D Street
Virginia City has always had a talent for mining things out of the ground, silver in one century, trouble in the next, and occasionally both in the same afternoon. On April 23, just about the time honest citizens were deciding whether to call it an early dinner or a late surrender to the day, Storey…