Being called a horse thief used to be an insult. These days it's considered an honor. Take the current situation. A faunus tribal stole a white horse of another faunus tribal chief. Now the owner was going to war proving wars are nothing more than a dick measuring contest between those in power.
Being the chief of the twelve tribes, Ghira Belladonna, offered a solution of sending a hunter/huntress to retrieve the horse. The Tribal chief only agreed after he got to choice the hunter/huntress. Hearing the name, Ghira agreed to the choice. That's why Tai found himself in the Darwin desert of Menagerie near the coast hauling a modified saddle.
Taking a horse is one thing. Maintaining it is another. A desert wasteland offered few locations to maintain a white horse. After studying some aerial photography, Tai got dropped off. He trekked over a few miles of sand.
Resting his elbows into a sand dune, he focused his field glasses on the fellow matching the description of the horse thief exiting a big tent at the center of the circle of tents. Returning his field glasses its case, Tai made his way towards the bigger tent.
Exiting the tent of his prize, the horse thief saluted a guard. Walking up a dune, the horse thief reached the top. Unshealthing his scimitar, he began his Dance of the Fall Maiden to celebrate for the success of his prize.
Walking counterclockwise along the perimeter of a tent, a guard walked into a clothesline takedown by Tai. Shaking the pain from his fist, Tai dragged the guard under the tent flap. Putting the guard's turban then his robe, Tai checked the scenery. No guards. Heading for the center tent, he entered the tent. Studying the horse that almost started a war, he grinned. Unpacking the modified saddle under his borrowed robe, he gently placed the saddle onto the horse's back, no sound from the horse. Better behave than that golden palomino that nearly killed Tai when he was six. Tightening the billet strap, he patted horse's neck. Placing his foot onto the stirrups, Tai climbed onto the saddle.
Gripping the reigns, "Easy," reassured Tai preventing the horse from sprinting off without him.
Gaining control, Tai's heels slapped into horse's ribs causing collusion of thousand pounds of horse meat into the guards checking on the whinnying horse.
Stabbing the ground, the horse thief witnessed Tai ride off with his prize.
"Who would steal a man's stolen property?" thought the horse thief.
Seeing his soldiers aiming their rifles, "Don't shot that horse."
Running up and down sand dunes, Tai reached an empty stream bed. Riding along the stream bed, Tai's nose detected salt. Six riders chased Tai towards the shoreline. Turning, he saw another six. Stopping, he had the ocean to his back and twelve riders closing in on him. Resting his eyes onto the horse thief, Tai gripped Grand Goule. Yelling his challenge which Tai accepted, the horse thief ride towards Tai as Tai did the same thing. Ducking, Tai's Grand Goule clunked against the scimitar's edge.
Turning, they rode at each other again. Block. Slide towards the left. Use the whip of his bo staff mode, Tai sent the whip at horse thief. It wrapped around the horse thief's neck yanking him off his horse.
Using the confusion, Tai galloped away. Recovering, they gave chase. When was his ride coming, the roar of jet engines answered that question. Given the time to land then take off with riders looking for throats to slit, a hook to carry cargo dropped from the bullhead. Couple attempts to catch hook with a horse at full gallop. Catching the hook, Tai attached it to the saddle horn.
The horse neighed to the shift of weight to its ribs.
"Remember," remarked Tai petting horse's neck, "your landing strategy."