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No matter what else was going on in his life, Owen could always count on one thing. Every morning, his girls would be there, in their paddock, waiting. He was happy about that absolute, though that was the only absolute thing about them. They were unpredictable and wild, but they listened to him.
He arrived early that morning, after heading straight over from his bungalow. Running a hand through his short, brown hair, he mentally went over his to-do list for training for the day. Nodding a hello to the guys who handled the pigs, Owen lumbered over to a spot that was just out of sight. He wanted to check on his girls and see how they were doing before he began his tasks. He observed them quietly, trying to get a feel for their mood.