Most people go to the Black Rock Desert to party under neon skies.
Nathan Morley went there to dig up a murder.
Long before Burning Man, this same stretch of Nevada wasteland was home to something darker - a drifter named Ronald John Gress, known only by his nickname: Bristlewolf.
He built a life in the middle of nowhere
a hole in the ground, a shovel, and silence.
And when the peace broke, three people ended up dead.
Their bodies lay in the desert for ten days before anyone found them.
For seven years, Nathan chased this story.
He walked the same cracked earth, lived inside his dugout, pored over six thousand court files, police reports, and forgotten letters. He interviewed forty-two people, survivors, witnesses, lawmen, even the families of the dead.
What he uncovered isn’t legend.
It’s real.
Bristlewolf isn’t fiction.
It’s a true story about pride, madness, and the way the desert remembers what men try to bury.