No one takes much notice of Hawthorne, Nevada. Located almost dead center between Las Vegas and Reno, it’s less a locale and more of a ten-minute detour for tourists. Most of the residents there complain about being shackled to a town with no real future, but strong, eager men planted themselves there after the gold rush bust, and pulling up old roots takes effort. Even the younger generation, with their fists balled up while spitting hatred for their dull hometown, so close to cities of promise and attainable wealth, couldn’t bring themselves to depart for more than a day or two. Only the dry desert sand sometimes struck off on its own, past the city limits and over the surrounding mountains never to return...