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It’s etched into a valley just outside of the bright Las Vegas lights, in the Mojave desert. A soft breeze blows through the abandoned range, calm and eerie with only the moon and Las Vegas lights off in the distance to cast an uneasy glow of light. A small, one room, building is settled back from the shooting area with boarded up windows and a make-shift door that barely hangs on its hinges. The steps that lead to the small porch are rickety, old and worn wood that creaks at even the slightest pressure. Desert weeds and the occasional wild-flower are overgrown around it. Inside the building is unremarkable, a ghostly shell of what was once a rather popular range is now home to old, random, pieces of furniture that probably have had all manner of animal living in them at one time or another.

Beyond the building, and spread out along the acreage, are old cement bunkers used for long-distance target practice. The line of targets are set up directly in front of the building, some for short range and others for long range shooting. Old tin coffee cans, rusted to oblivion and riddled with bullet holes are set up on fence posts. A scatter of broken beer bottles with faded labels litter the ground around the fence, which is made of thick wood posts and rusted barb-wire. Broken boards, white washed from the sun, lay scattered near the fence giving the impression that once upon a time the range had a proper area for target practice. The land that the range sits on is utterly overgrown and dusty. The occasional dust-devil whips rocks, sand, and dirt around the building and its surroundings making it difficult to see at a distance clearly.

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