Really, Sam should be in his element in all of this. This is what he did, tracking down people who needed help and getting them back to safety. Of course, usually those people wanted his help, usually he had a little more to go on than a faint trail in the dirt, and usually he's got wings instead of a horse.

And usually he isn't quite as personally invested in the people he's going after. Every soldier he'd been sent after had become one of his, that was always the way it was with pararescuemen, but this was different. This time they're already his, and he's scared for them both.

Even if he is pissed at Clint for just running off on them. Yeah, maybe Sam'd been trying to protect him a little more than he usually does, but that doesn't mean he wants to be his damn babysitter. Sam would've been perfectly happy to let Clint go off and do whatever the hell he needed to do if he'd have just told him, instead of disappearing with no word.

But they're both capable, Sam knows that. And it seems like they're sticking together, that's another thing they've got going for them.

"Any luck?" he asks, one hand resting on the mane of the horse he'd managed to grab while he keeps an eye on the nearby woods.