The Lay of the Old Lands of Cripple Creek Farm

There was of course one main house larger than any other building, except for the barn. This barn housed no animals it was used only for harvest times of there fields. Then the bunk houses and a few other out buildings for other storage and family and friend guests. Veronica had noticed right away her husbands seemingly anti socail behaviors. He sent field workers to town to pick up there personal supplies at times paying them extra. She thought he was still embarrased or had wounded pride from her families viscous gossip of him not being of her or there class enough. The whole town had been talking of this for years now, they had found this out just after there first Daughter Sasha was born. They said, that all of there children would be so uneducated living out away from the real world and spoiled that way, that one day they would be forced to work for there own father on the farm just to survive and keep the farm going. All untrue of course both Veronica and Vincent had already put college funds together for all eight children, and would see them all go to do whatever they wished for there own lives to make a living and a home. If they wanted they were always welcome back to Cripple Creek. The one main house was more than a mansion like, anybody could easily be lost in it. Bigger than the towns hospital even, the West side was were the girls slept and the North side the boys. Mother and Father Witmore slept on the East and only bedroom on this side, the largest one too just past there library. Everything the town could offer they seemed to already have at home or could just send a worker to fetch easily for them.