 With a snout made out of granite, she can root just like a plow, and the fence ain't been invented that can turn that spotted sow. Born and bred on Cedar Mountain, she is wilder than a deer, and she knows she's known by reputation to the ranch hands far and near. Though a sow of mine had raised her on that mountain, she was free, and I kind of always doubted that she really belonged to me. She didn't claim to own her, save the God who put her there, and for mortal man's relations, she just simply didn't care.