“If I start bidding against those men, I’ll lose my temper,” Luke said.

“I’ll make a scene in front of everyone.”

“I know.”

Luke looked back at the house one last time.

He walked over to the side of the yard and stood near the bare lilac bushes.

I was going to be the only one holding the card.

A green John Deere tractor pulled a flatbed hay wagon out of the red barn.

The heavy diesel engine drowned out the wind.