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To say finding a good place to camp for the night in this terrain was rough would be an understatement. You hated parts of the race like this, where there are all these hills and rocky terrain. It was scenic, and your horse never had that big of an issue as long as you went steady, but finding a place to sleep where rocks didn't jab into your sides was rare.
So you were really proud of your spot. Huge boulders around a flat terrain, enough space for you to set up camp with your horse- you honestly felt blessed.
You started to cook dinner at the fire, some potatoes and beef you collected on the trail, and then there were footsteps.
You heard someone else, and then peaking around the corner behind a rock was that blonde brit's head. Diego. That big name jockey everyone cheers. The one with all the girls that practically tackle him at the finish line. He had a bandage on his face, and a deep look in his eyes. As he steps into view you notice he looks kind of beat up. You're about to greet him when he says "Nice camp spot you found." He says "Let me in on it."
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