It was May the Fourth, and feeling particularly Jedi-like, I strutted through the galaxy–okay, my local coffee shop–with my lightsaber-shaped straw and a “May the Fourth Be With You” T-shirt. I’d practiced my best Yoda impression all morning, muttering, “Mmm, coffee, I must have.” The barista, unimpressed, just raised an eyebrow. Stepping up to order,…

I ain’t pretendin’ to know all the highfalutin’ principles of taxation, depreciation, amortization, or bureaucratic incantation. But I know this–when a man tells you taxes are theft with one side of his mouth and says folks ought to pay to use the roads with the other, you’d best keep one hand on your wallet and…

It appears that Mr. Elon Musk—part-time moonshotter, full-time futurist, and the only man alive who might sell you a spaceship over the internet–has started hiring bodies to build that long-awaited electric behemoth he calls the Tesla Semi. In the yesteryear of 2017, the thunder-chariot got first trotted out like a prize bull at a county…

Here’s a tale that’d make a Gold Hill mule shake its head and roll its eyes back into its skull. It seems we’ve got a stretch of Nevada that’s gone from wide open to wide inviting—if you happen to be a foreign scoundrel with a knack for eluding borders, bullets, and basic decency. Let us…

Whilst I ain’t one to sound the alarm every time a tumbleweed rolls ‘cross the road or a stranger tips his hat too slowly, what happened Tuesday afternoon in the good scrublands of Lyon County has folks sharpening their glances and oiling the hinges on their screen doors. At just about 4:27 in the post…

Now, I ain’t sayin’ the good folks over at DOGE NEVADA are chasin’ windmills, but they are pokin’ their noses into the sort of affairs that make bureaucrats squirm like a cat in a rain barrel. Though they got no tether to Uncle Sam’s Department of Government Efficiency, DOGE NEVADA’s mission is about the same–sniffin’…

The late afternoon sun hung low over the university town of Arcata, casting long shadows from the four-story Arcata Hotel. I stood outside the entrance, waiting for my buddy Jake to pick me up for work. The air smelled faintly of jasmine from the planters nearby, and the hum of traffic mixed with the occasional…

Up in the silver-choked hills of Virginia City, where the ghosts of rough men still whisper through the saloon doors and ladies in hoop skirts rustle softly through time, a most peculiar tale has settled like dust over C Street. It concerns the Miller family—Gary, Janis, and their daughter Tiffany—and a courthouse that seems more…

It’s been a couple of lively nights here in the proud old belly of Nevada—though “lively” ain’t the sort of word that sits too comfortably next to gunpowder and death. But truth be told, the hills are whisperin’, and the saloons are buzzin’ with word of not one, but two men who met their end…

Now, friends, if you’ve ever eyed a map of Nevada, you’ll notice that Henderson is not within hollerin’ distance of the state capital. No, it’s a long hitch from Carson City, and one might reckon that to make the journey, you’d either need a stout horse, a strong will, or a political reason mighty important.…