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When my dad, Mark King, was young, he didn’t just ride horses — he made them question their career choices. Dad’s world smelled like leather, dust, and courage. He worked rodeos across the West, hazing cattle, chasing steers, and eventually—because apparently sanity was negotiable—riding broncs. That’s
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We know horses love their show jumping, and dogs love their Frisbees, but what about birds and sea otters? Well, anyone who has been to Twain Haven in the last eight years has met Huckleberry, my pet jay, who lands here on the top deck at 8am for breakfast, noon
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When my dad was a boy, he brought a horse to school. That sounds like a setup for a joke — and in a way, it was — but to him, it was just another Tuesday. He must’ve been eight or nine when his mother decided he was destined for the
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In the autumn of 1879, former President Ulysses S. Grant made his way across Nevada on his grand World Tour. His route carried him through Dayton by rail, a line that continued just a few miles up the valley to the bustling town of Sutro, where the train often stopped
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I’m not a political analyst by any stretch of the imagination, but I do know a hawk from a handsaw when I see them together, and Russia’s President Putin is easy to read as a Halloween pumpkin head. Yes, once Putin believes he can bedevil Estonia with impunity,
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Long before HOA complaints and Facebook arguments, Dayton had its own “Nextdoor Drama.” It all started across the Carson River, where the hardworking Cassinelli family farmed their land and irrigated crops the old-fashioned way - by moving a few boards in the ditch to share the flow. Well, one neighbor
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