Who could have foreseen the day in the history of the world when a pretty place is preserved and greedy developers learn the meaning of the word "no"? Our hero is the grizzled farmer George West, who stood with trembling lips before the Planning Commission and spoke the words that stopped the bulldozers in their tracks. "I tend 118 acres out there in Bells Bend," he said in a raspy whisper. "It's a labor of love...and I pray that it will never disappear. That's all I got to say." —JEFF WOODS