![]() That meant I'd actually lay eyes on the ghost in less than. "It's like a ritual." I didn't know whether to hug her in relief or high-five her in triumph. "He's always back by five," the clerk added. "For real?" After hearing that I'd just missed him so many times, in so many bizarre locations, I'd begun to suspect that Caballo Blanco was nothing more than a fairy tale, a local Loch Ness monstruo dreamed up to spook the kids and fool gullible gringos. " Si, El Caballo esta," the desk clerk said, nodding. I'd finally arrived at the end of the trail, in the last place I expected to find him - not deep in the wilderness he was said to haunt, but in the dim lobby of an old hotel on the edge of a dusty desert town. ![]() Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Ever Seenįor days, I'd been searching Mexico's Sierra Madre for the phantom known as Caballo Blanco - the White Horse. ![]()
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