And, true enough, he could not come within roping reach of the sorrel.

He tried for an hour, and gave up in disgust.

Wrangle did not seem so wild as simply perverse.

In a quandary Venters returned to the other horses, hoping much, yet doubting more, that when Wrangle had grazed to suit himself he might be caught.
As the afternoon wore away Venters's concern diminished, yet he kept close watch on the blacks and the trail and the sage.

There was no telling of what Jerry Card might be capable.