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They come once or twice a day to ride or to otherwise tend to their horses. Today, I heard a funny motor, look out the door and see a little dune buggy full of kids go by. It looked just like that old PlaySchool bus, full of kids, only it was a dune buggy. Being driven by a kid who turns out to be 11.
When I went out to run interference, I counted 10 kids, the youngest two, and zero adults. They weren't even in earshot of their dad, let alone, in his sight. On top of everything else, it was getting DARK. I wanted to deck the idiot, badly.
So I had the driver park the thing and we all walked back up and over the hill to the area where the father keeps his animals. I let them walk down on their own because I was too angry to talk to the guy at that moment.
Who does things like this. Seriously, ten kids, the oldest one eleven, driving alone on hills at dusk in an overloaded dune buggy with no adult supervision.
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