Then he went for Wrangle.

The giant sorrel had earned his name for a trait the opposite of amiability.

He came readily out of the barn, but once in the yard he broke from Venters, and plunged about with ears laid back.

Venters had to rope him, and then he kicked down a section of fence, stood on his hind legs, crashed down and fought the rope.

Jerd returned to lend a hand.
"Wrangle don't git enough work," said Jerd, as the big saddle went on.
"He's unruly when he's corralled, an' wants to run.