When I first arrived, this was the first horse I met. His name is Wrangler. I figured from his build that he was a stud, and he was. His owner, a rancher, told me he was only 5 years old. He was so quiet. The owner said he'd always been like that. He'd been used in some ranch horse competitions and of course, roping. God, Wrangler was a beautiful hunk of horsecake. I fell in love instantly. Of course, this is a young people's rodeo, so the man's grand son would be riding him.