Everything was peaceful and quiet. Tourists strolled about leisurely, and the staff were all busy with their respective tasks.
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP!!
But a muffled clopping of hooves suddenly shattered the tranquility. The sound grew closer, its rhythm distinct, each beat thudding against the ground and echoing in everyone's hearts.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
'Where did a horse come from here at the camp?'
'Did the helicopter just deliver it?'
Just as everyone was wondering,
Feng Shan, riding the powerfully-built Cigar, charged across the wooden bridge and into the open area in front of the bar.
Cigar pulled to a sharp halt, his front half rearing high. Fortunately, Feng Shan's core and leg strength were decent, and he managed to grip the horse's back tightly without a saddle.
By the time Cigar's hooves hit the ground, Feng Shan still hadn't caught his breath.
