The dust bit at Juniper's eyes, sucking the moisture right out. Figured that the biggest auction of summer would happen on the hottest, driest day of August. If her son Aster weren't so fascinated by the offered junk, she'd be cool in the shadow of the Johnson's barn.Well away from Aster's best friend Rory's mother. Sourest woman the world ever did see, and the person Juniper hated the most, right after Aster's no-good mother.Didn't matter none. Juniper...