Local verbal history still echoes tales about the founder of Westerfield. The people here still fear him. Nefarious and important during the old days, from the way the elders whisper his name...well it causes one to think his spirit still wonders around. Everything the town is today has a direct correlation to an action the founder took. He drew the plans of the town upon being forced to relinquish control to the state for at one time, all of the land of Westerfield belonged to him and the state feared he would start abusing his power as a landowner. Edmund was an intelligent man; he made his living as an architect and cotton trader and was known for his discipline in every avenue of his life. Everything that bared his name had to follow his rules and meet his own set standards. He showed blatant disregard for the comfort and wants of others as in his mind, only the meeting of the standard mattered. The only showing any amount of caring went towards his family.
Walking through town I am amazed at how his high standards have survived the test of time. The architecture of Westerfield still bares his designs, and his plantation, while greatly reduced in size, still stretches ten acres across. It lays foul, waiting for an heir of Westerfield to claim it. Many here believe it will stay that way till then end of time, not believing any of the line to exist; the general opinion is that the bloodline has ended with Edmund Westerfields sons. With all of his good fortune, many people here in Westerfield were jealous of Sir Edmund. He was the only person in the area to have three healthy sons, able to work for many hours and keep his large plantation running smoothly. Sons were highly prized back then, and for him to have three...well that was almost unheard of. Even during the time of Edmund and his family many hunters who went into the forest became lost forever.
Another source of his luck was Edmund's marriage to a beautiful woman named Emilie; she was kind-hearted and knew everyone in town by name. However her eyes and hair caused her to stick out from everyone in town, and the Westerfields lived in a town and time where being different could turn out to be very deadly. She and her two oldest sons had dark, blood red hair and crimson, almost black at times eyes. When religion found its way to Westerfield, and a church built, a missionary took up residence as the new preacher. He was very strong in his beliefs and automatically judged Emilie and her sons. Whenever she was not in church, he made a jab at the family’s faith. Finally, Edmund called the preacher out on it. The young preacher's ways were overbearing and Edmund would have no blemish on his family name, especially at the hands of a man of god. That calling out is when the life of the family Westerfield took a turn for the worst.
Pastor Grant was a stocky young man, near the age of twenty-eight. Fresh out of seminary school he had become a missionary. Everywhere he went he spread his faith and one day on his travels he ventured upon the settlement town of Westerfield. He spent a week there, preaching and convincing many locals that they needed a church to worship at. All was looking good as more and more townsfolk converted to Christianity, and found god. Grant was a very happy man, though slightly too enthused in his work. About his fifth day into the mission trip, he met Emilie. She had lost her balance while shopping in the market and Grant had helped her to her feet.