Nevada Mustangs by Eric Erickson For Arthur Miller, Marilyn, Clark and Monty   We came to Nevada to find ourselves, Gloria and I, along with a woman named Soapy that we collected in Soda Springs. In the years that followed the A-bomb tests and the birth of the interstate highways, I grew a beard and set off from my Midwestern life for California to write. In San Francisco, I met Gloria, an ex-actress that had decided to become a filmmaker. We […]