Proving that Danny has shitty luck, it would figure that the best way into the compound where their kidnap victim, Jen Hassley, was being held wouldn't be by motorized vehicle. Eyeing the creature in front of him, Danny reflected on the last time he'd been in a similar situation with a beast of burden. He'd been fifteen or sixteen at the time. The whole family had went to his grandparents ranch for vacation. He hadn't wanted to go, neither had Virgil. The whole experience was tolerable but only because Virgil was miserable too.

Grandpa had suggested a trail ride. Now it's not that Turk didn't know how to ride, he did rather well actually, but he would much rather be carried around by something that utilized horsepower with four wheel versus horsepower with four legs. He and Virgil set out to purposely make everyone else feel their misery. They whined. They argued. They complained. Virgil managed to dump their little sister in the creek. The plan worked. Neither boy was ever allowed on a trail ride again so saith their mother. Neither took the edict as punishment.

Danny gave his steed a long suffering look. "If you so much as think about bucking me off, so help me, I will have you transported to the nearest glue factory. Is that understood?"

The horse snorted while shifting its weight. Danny walked to its side, lifted the stirrup and tightened the cinch. "Yeah, take that you fleabag. I'm no greenhorn so don't think you can fool me."

Steve could hear Danny's voice but couldn't understand what he was saying. "Hey, partner, you say something?"

"Just making sure the pony and I are on the same page," came his reply.

"It's a horse, Danny, not a pony, a horse," Steve stressed.

"I know that, Steven, I was making a point."

"And what point would that be, Danno?"

"That I am the one in charge and not this fleabag."

Steve shook his head. "Mount up. Let's go."

He wasn't surprised that Steve looked like a natural in the saddle. The man's skills had skills. If circumstances had been different, Danny might have commented on his partner's equestrian prowess, probed to find out where he'd learn to ride, ribbed him a little about his over use of the reins instead of leg commands, but a girl's life was in danger and his lack of fondness for the four legged creatures they were ridding made him snarky. A mini rant was in order.

Lori's, "How long have you two been married?" raised his hackles. The woman seemed nice enough and all, but she was new to the team, as is in new today, which sure as hell didn't put her in the the category of familiar enough to get away with such teasing. Usually, Danny would've let it pass but as previously stated, he was feeling snarky. He opened his mouth give a comeback as they crested the hill overlooking the cult's compound. Damn, gonna have to save it for another day, at least he had the satisfaction of witnessing the look Steve shot Lori. The woman wasn't really endearing herself.

After the prerequisite shoot out, they found out their victim had already been taken from the compound. When it became obvious that the best means of catching the kidnapper was by, wait for it... horseback, Turk swallowed his revulsion so he could offer to chase the perp down. As good as Steve was at ridding, Turk knew he was better. Before he could give voice to his offer, Steve mounted and took off. Turk shrugged, watching his partner 'ride off into the sunset'. Sometimes it was a good thing to be teamed up with a man who was arrogant enough that he automatically thought that his skill sets were far superior to those around him, only sometimes. Danny helped Lori corral the remaining cult members while he called for ambulances for the injured. He couldn't quite keep the small smile tugging at his mouth from showing, he didn't have to get back on a horse. This was so not a story Virgil was going to hear.