Jimmy ‘n Grab: Right here, smack dab in the heart of Ely, someone’s got the guts to jimmy a ride and snatch what ain’t theirs. Our ever-watchful Deputy’s boots hit […]

Barela’s Boozy Cruise: Out in Ely, Dekoda J. Barela, 25, tried to outpace the rules of the road. The result? A pair of shiny handcuffs for driving sauced and flaunting […]

The Unblackened Eye: Lone soul at a convenience store, face adorned with a black eye. Deputy swings by—check, welfare check. Lo and behold, the wounded one says, “I’m just fine, […]

Homestead Heist: An intruder in the middle of god-knows-where White Pine, pocketing some poor soul’s keepsakes. The Deputy’s on it, eyes sharp, pen sharper. Report locked and loaded. Echo of […]

Sidewalk Symphony: Two souls, strolling and squawking, turning the neighborhood into their vocal stage. Deputy sways in, ears tuned, but the duet had already disbanded. A report? Just a quiet […]

Egged Ego: Streets of White Pine witnessed a primeval act, the slinging of eggs, transforming vehicles into sad, dripping canvases of rebellion. Trusty surveillance, though, might have caught the vandals […]

The Juvenile Escapade: Teenage adrenaline spiked with bootlegged booze and a rumble echoed through the canyons. A scene right out of an after-school special gone rogue. Caught in the act, […]

The Disappearing Act: For a full fortnight, not a whisper or sign of an employee. Yet, in Ely’s maze of souls, sometimes they’re just caught in a different web. Our […]

The Trailer Oddity: A day of small town banality was momentarily interrupted by the backward crawl of a curious trailer. The man behind it had that edgy twitch, the aura […]

Sudden Serenade: Ah, the rustic stage set right outside a business. One individual found their voice and couldn’t contain it. Shout, sing, yell—it’s the city’s echo chamber. Deputy arrived, ear […]

Drive-by Threats: In a city teeming with modern wildlings, a vehicular posse rolled around, lobbing threats like it’s the wild west. But the sheriff’s deputy wasn’t having any of it. […]

The Prodigal Drunk: At a bar where the whiskey flows like gossip, one patron dug in his heels and refused to scram. But the owner, that bastion of liquid civility, […]