Guardian: Thorny mesquite branches scratched the sides of James Spriggs battered old Chevrolet truck as he drove the rutted pathway from his house towards other, less natural, spiky objects.
On his 4,400-acre ranch there are deer, quail, jackrabbits, roadrunners, dragonflies and even the occasional eagle or mountain lion. And there are wooden stakes indicating the route of a natural gas pipeline that will slice through his property against his wishes.
They stand out, kind of out of the ordinary, when...