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There are many ways to improve a neighborhood, but hiding four stolen automobiles on your property is not among them. This useful principle was apparently overlooked in Silver Springs last week, when detectives with the Lyon County Sheriff’s Office Special Investigation Unit served a search warrant on Badger Street.
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You can travel across Nevada without encountering another human, yet may come across a free-range horse at any time. It is one of the state’s peculiar arrangements with nature: civilization builds a highway, nature supplies the horses, and everybody trusts everybody else to observe the rules. However, a
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Some people possess remarkable faith in geography. They look at a map, discover a respectable amount of open desert between towns, and conclude that civilization has forgotten to install witnesses there. It is a dangerous philosophy, particularly in Lyon County, where the sheriff’s deputies appear to have developed the
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No doubt most of you who have read my dispatches to the Comstock Chronicle over the years will recognize the name, Tinker Moss. Tinker is an old friend of mine, which is to say I have known him long enough to recognize the particular expression he wears when he'
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Some laws are so complicated that an ordinary citizen might be forgiven for needing a lawyer, a flowchart, three cups of coffee, and perhaps a government-issued compass to understand them. Then there are laws whose principal instruction is essentially, “You are required to register and keep your information current.
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All winter, Mark and Ken dreamed about spring. They had reason to. The previous summer had taken them farther into rodeo. Ken had started as Mark’s teacher, showing him how to haze while Ken wrestled steers. Before long they were traveling together, competing, pooling their winnings and entertaining crowds
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Just when I thought I must surely have read everything Sam Clemens ever wrote, I stumbled onto a speech delivered in Boston away back in 1888, when Sam described the sleeping habits of Siamese twins: “While one sleeps, the other snores.” Yet again, Samuel brings a smile to my weathered
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The Virginia City Hillclimb is, in its own peculiar way, one of Nevada’s best-kept secrets—a secret that was advertised, scheduled, and open to the public. And the public came. On Sept. 19 and 20, 5.2 miles of Hwy 341 became a temporary racetrack, where powerful automobiles
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Certain meetings in life are arranged by appointment, while others occur because Providence has a sense of humor and no regard whatsoever for the highway code. Early Thursday morning, somewhere south of Fernley, a horse and an automobile met upon U.S. 95-A, and the meeting appears to have
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File this under “how to end the party before it even gets going,” a category that has become increasingly crowded in Nevada, where automobiles, motorcycles, and gravity are engaged in a long-running disagreement over who is actually in charge. The latest episode occurred on Geiger Grade Road just after
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There are many ways for a man to get himself into trouble with the law, and some require elaborate schemes, expensive machinery, and a level of imagination that would be wasted on honest employment. Others require nothing more than failing to complete the proper paperwork on time. In Dayton, the
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Rarely is there a world more reassuring than a train full of motorcycle riders, particularly when the train is old, the mountains are steep, and everyone aboard has been invited to solve a murder. This is what civilization has come to in Virginia City, where, on Sept. 26, three riding