There were stories about St. Andrew's, and everyone knew them-stories that said the abandoned churchyard was haunted by some fearsome thing. While many brave and foolish men had risked the dark of night to discover what was happening there, what they found they'll never tell, for none of them was ever seen again. But stories aren't enough to stop Lucy Dove. And they're not enough to keep a superstitious laird from offering a sackful of gold to whoever sews him a pair of lucky trousers by the light of the full moon in that very churchyard. It should be easy for a clever seamstress like Lucy Dove to win that prize. Surely the stories she's heard about the churchyard are just that--stories. Or are they?