It is an old and well-established truth that no good ever comes from a man loitering outside a saloon with a pocket full of special powders. The wisdom, however, appears to have eluded one Dallas Weaver of Grass Valley, Calif., who, on the evening of March 2, found hi

sself the object of great interest to the Storey County Sheriff’s Office.
At approximately 5:45 p.m., the peace of Virginia City was disturbed by reports of a suspicious automobile and a band of enterprising gentlemen peddling their dubious wares to the thirsty patrons of several C Street establishments. Upon arrival, deputies encountered three adult males, including the aforementioned Mr. Weaver, who had no less than 43 grams of psilocybin mushrooms and 13 grams of methamphetamine. One presumes this was not for personal botanical study as further investigation into Mr. Weaver’s vehicle revealed a veritable traveling apothecary of illegal substances, complete with the necessary tools of the trade.
Unimpressed with his entrepreneurial spirit, deputies promptly escorted him to the Storey County Detention Facility, where he now faces an impressive list of charges. These include unlawful possession for sale of flunitrazepam and gamma-hydroxybutyrate—compounds best known for their appearances in crime reports rather than chemistry textbooks—as well as possession of a schedule I or II controlled substance in varying quantities. His bail is the handsome sum of $50,250, which, given his chosen profession, he may or may not have the means to pay.
Thus ends the misadventure of Mr. Weaver, who, had he stuck to the traditional saloon pastimes of whiskey and questionable storytelling, might have avoided the inconvenience of legal entanglements. Instead, he has joined the long and colorful history of men who came to Virginia City seeking fortune and found themselves at the mercy of the law.







