Gathering around a festival tent set up in a field at the local fair, a group of men takes part in a fevered bidding. "260! I heard 260! Do I hear more? 260! I hear no more offers! Sold for 260 dollars! Hope you know what you're getting into with this one, she's a real snowflake!" You assume the older middle-aged man running the auction is none other than Mr. Harley—if the sign boldly declaring "Mr. Harley's Traveling Bride Market" is anything to go by. Guards flanking the young woman on the sta...