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...early 1980s, David made his own move into the wild. For a pittance he bought a 30-acre spread at Terlingua Ranch, a grandly named stretch of bare-bones, no-nonsense privacy among the mesquite and greasewood of the Chihuahuan desert, where lizards and diamondback rattlers are the nearest neighbors. To a few friends, he was even known jokingly as "Henry David"--as in Henry David Thoreau, the literary patron saint of nature lovers and solitary souls. He took a passionate stand against paving the two-lane road into Terlingua Ranch. "We both worried about the destruction of mankind from...
Among the greasewood and rattlesnakes, they holed up in run-down cabins and led an indolent, almost savage existence, singing Manson's songs, dancing, swimming in a small pool, stealing cars for cash and picking through garbage for food. Miners in the area reported being chased away by amazons wielding knives. Manson reportedly held an almost hypnotic spell over his followers, who called him "God" and "Satan." His women lolled harem-like around the commune nude or barebreasted, catering to his every whim. One chagrined ranchhand relates discussing business with Manson while one of Manson's girls performed...
Down over the hills ringing Los Angeles swept the parching devil winds. Humidity dropped below 1% ; it was drier than a desert. The brilliant colors of sumac, greasewood and wild lilac had long faded to dusty brown, and the chaparral crackled and clacked like desiccated bones in a bowl. Then, just before dawn one day last week, the nightmare that Angelenos have well learned to dread happened again. The brush in the hills, ignited by power lines torn to the ground by whistling winds, exploded into flame. With incredible speed, fire raced through the white-collar suburbs of Los Angeles...
...quiet was broken only by the sound of an aging Studebaker slowly making its way along Rose Garden Lane, a romantically misnamed country road north of Phoenix. The car stopped on a deserted stretch of flat hardpan, screened by a few cacti and greasewood shrubs, and its five occupants got out: four young Negroes and a short, once-paunchy white man in a brown suit that was now much too big. Samuel L. Resnick, 61, a retired jeweler, looked around and squashed a Marlboro into the sand. He had an appointment with death. He knew...
Only 35 miles east of Phoenix, Superstition Mountain rises dull red and sheer from the sunbaked Arizona wasteland with its yucca, saguaro, greasewood and ocotillo. In that land Geronimo, Cochise and their Apaches once roamed, and Superstition Mountain gave them hiding. When the moon is right, its beams shine through two notches flanking a spike of rock called Weaver's Needle. Some say the moonlight points to the location of the Lost Dutchman's gold mine, where men have sought wealth for more than a century-and died in the seeking...