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Powerful, intermittent wind gusts rocked my Jeep and stirred up massive dust devils alongside the dirt road as I resumed my trip towards the McCracken Ranch. Even with the inclement weather now imminent, the joyriders were still out in force. I pulled to the side to allow two couples on quads and a dirty, white Jeep that had been riding my tail zoom by, followed by a dune buggy and a shiny, black pickup that looked like it was traveling a hundred miles an hour. Left in a cloud of choking dust, I flinched with surprised recognition. What? The Hinkles were here again? I no longer believed it was coincidental that they seemed to show up everywhere I went. But I also had no logical explanation for their blatant and continuing attempts at intimidation.
Nerves on edge, I
