A Lyon County Chronicle of Hope and Horror Now, friends, let me tell you a tale fit for the annals of contradiction—a tale that ambles through the dusty lanes of Lyon County, where good folks are laboring to protect the most innocent among us even as some devils still prowl beneath their roofs. Lyon County…

Virginia and her three friends—Alice, Georgia, and Willow—huddled around the coffee table, the dim glow of scented candles flickering against the living room walls. The bottle of cabernet sat open, deep red in their glasses, a little courage against the unknown. Waiting patiently like a stealthy predator, the Ouija board lay in the center of…

It was a fine spectacle last week when a mighty throng of high school and middle school girls, accompanied by their long-suffering parents, descended upon the Assembly Education Committee in Nevada, pleading for what ought to be the most self-evident right in the world–the right for women to compete against women in their sporting events.…

Well, well, well—what have we here? Another lawsuit from the great state of Nevada flung like a well-worn horseshoe at the ever-stoic post of Washington bureaucracy. One wonders if Attorney General Aaron Ford is getting bulk discounts on legal filings. Is this the 23,000th suit since January? Who’s keeping count? Certainly not the clerks in…

On the first day of April, a date well-suited for bold proclamations and practical jokes, Governor Joe Lombardo stood before the good people of Nevada, declaring that his housing bill could turn a modest $250 million into over a billion bucks worth of development. Now, that’s the sort of arithmetic that would make an alchemist…

Once upon a time in America, a man worked himself to the bone to keep his wife and new baby housed, fed, and out of the poorhouse, while the lady of the house saw to it that neither the child nor the furniture accumulated too much dust. But, dear reader, that was a simpler age.…

It was a fine April afternoon in Nevada, and the good citizens, who had just shaken off the winter chill, gathered with an old-fashioned purpose: to make a racket about their power bills. Armed with banners, voices, and a fair bit of indignation, they set upon NV Energy like a debtor sets upon a banker…

Archie Dillion was the sort of man who believed himself to be smarter than the law, the kind that figured he could slip a knife between a child’s ribs and walk away clean. But most murder cops know a truth as old as crime itself—killers come back. Whether guilt or arrogance, they find their way…

When the Walker River Paiute Tribe got wind of a taxpayer-funded $20 million grant landing in their laps, tribal leaders must have felt like a prospector who just struck gold—only to find out later it was fool’s gold and belonged to the bank. Their long-suffering water system, more patches than a riverboat gambler’s coat, was…

The Winner is Women Well, ladies and gentlemen, the great state of Nevada has finally done what it should have from the beginning—shut the barn door before all the horses turned into zebras. The Nevada Interscholastic Activities Association (NIAA)–after what one can only assume was an exhausting amount of hand-wringing and paper-shuffling, has declared that…