The thermometer stood at one Hundred six degrees and the nearest water was fifteen miles away in the Snake River. Nothing but brown dirt and scraggly sagebrush as far as the eye could see. Then the flying ants swarmed at midday. And the coyotes howled at night. And yet Kathryn was determined to survive. Kathryn has come to Kuna, Idaho, with her papa who dreams of starting a church for the handful of hardy pioneers struggling desperately to hold on...