From USA Today bestselling author Lacy Williams comes a story of redemption and regaining trust. Redemption Ranch   After an accident leaves her injured, Daisy Richards stays secluded at her family's Wyoming ranch to avoid the town's gawking stares. Yet handsome cowboy newcomer Ricky White insists she can do anything she dreams--ride a horse, decorate a Christmas tree...even steal a man's heart.  Once a reckless cad, Ricky is to blame for what happened to Daisy. Now reformed, he wants to make amends by setting things right for his boss's beautiful daughter in time for the holidays. But Daisy doesn't know Ricky's responsible for her predicament. When the truth is revealed, will he lose the greatest gift he's ever received--her trust?  Wyoming Legacy: United by family, destined for love Lacy Williams wishes her writing career was more like what you see on Hallmark movies: dreamy brainstorming from a French chateau or a few minutes at the computer in a million-dollar penthouse. In reality, she’s up before the sun, putting words on the page before her kids wake up. When she needs to refill the well, you can find Lacy birdwatching, gardening, biking with the kiddos, or walking the dog. Find bonus scenes and reader extras at www.lacywilliams.net/vip. Northeast Wyoming, early December 1900 A wedding was supposed to be a joyful occasion. But Daisy Richards felt only emptiness as she watched her father and his bride, Audra, stand before the minister in the parlor of the family's ranch house. Audra had her hair pulled back in a simple bun and wore a dark green dress; Papa wore his Sunday suit, and his auburn hair had been slicked back. They both looked fine and happy as they smiled secretive little smiles at each other. But Daisy was not fine. A draft coming in the window beside her ruffled the wisps of curls at her temples and cooled her burning cheeks. She hadn't been around this many folks in months—not since before the accident. And she was as jumpy as a deer during hunting season. Her father had agreed to have the wedding here on the ranch, but only after a tearful conversation on Daisy's part. It was a second marriage for both her father and his bride. Both of their spouses had passed away years before. If they'd had a town wedding as they'd initially planned, no doubt they would have had many more guests. As it was, Daisy felt overwhelmed by the small group crowded into the parlor. She could barely breathe. The ranch house had become her sanctuary. She hadn't ventured outdoors in months, seen her friends or been to church. She was conscious of too many eyes on her. Au-dra's twelve-year-old sons kept sneaking glances at her from their position standing on the opposite side of the room. She wanted to duck behind her younger sister, Belinda, at her right side but thought that might draw more attention. And behind her, back where Daisy couldn't see them without turning her head, were Uncle Ned and the two hired cowboys. Two young men who had come to work for her father during the late summer. She had never met either of them, had only seen them from afar when looking out her second-story window. She felt them watching her, their curious gazes like hundreds of tiny needles pricking the back of her neck. Whether she imagined their curiosity or not, she still felt empty and conspicuous. Exposed. Daisy wished she hadn't let Belinda pull her hair into the simple bun at the nape of her neck. If her red curls had been down, she might've been able to shield her face and the mottled pink she felt burning her cheeks. She could only hope that as she stood half hidden behind her sister, the young men couldn't get a glimpse of the empty, pinned-up sleeve on her right side. The dress was slightly out of style. The calico material wasn't really suitable for this winter wedding. And it didn't fit quite right after the weight she'd lost during her recovery and those long summer days she'd spent grieving and found it hard to eat. Maybe the two men weren't looking at Daisy. Maybe they were looking at Belinda. Daisy's seventeen-year-old sister was beautiful. Her strawberry-blond hair was lighter than Daisy's, and her blue eyes always danced with life. She was trim and petite and had been practicing her charms at every social event since she'd had her birthday earlier in the summer. Before the accident, Daisy would have been just like her sister—would have welcomed the attention from two cowboys. Worried about the fit and style of her dress. Been just that shallow. Now she just wanted to hide in her room until they all went away. Someone moved behind her with a rustle of clothing, the movement drawing her eyes over her shoulder. One of the cowboys. The man shifted his broad shoulders beneath his worn, pressed white shirt. His head turned slightly toward her, and she had a glimpse of unusual steel-gray eyes and dark blond curls that were wet, as if he'd just washed up. He'd been there, that night. He was