Hannah is a trim, petite woman in her early thirties. Hannah's hair is a blend of golden brown and blond. She tends to wear it loose and long. Hannah has large, cat-shaped eyes. They are green-blue hazel, tending to be more light green than blue.
Hannah is usually clad in durable, khaki-colored work pants, boots, and darker tan shirts. When the weather is cooler, she dons a fringed buckskin jacket. Her hat spends as much time hanging by its chin strap as it does on her head. She owns a few dresses, but rarely wears them unless forced to attend church, a funeral, or a wedding.
Bathing or a shower almost daily is something that Hannah enjoys. She doesn't mind getting dirty in the course of a day's work, but hates going to bed feeling dirty.
Hannah rarely takes the time to do more than brush her long, thick hair, leaving it to its own devices. It tends to look somewhat disheveled, wild, and unkempt.
Traits & Characteristics
Intelligent (+): Hannah is highly intelligent. Her father encouraged her to consider college, but she was happy at home.
Fearless (+/-): Hannah is brave to a fault. Unfortunately, sometimes she does not read situations correctly which can become dangerous for her.
Impetuous, but not rash (+)
Cool in a crisis (+)
Spirited (+/-): Hannah's fierce and, sometimes, wild spirit has lost her more than one potential suitor. However, her father is proud of her, encouraging her to not change just to conform to society's dictates.
Hannah has a lovely, slightly husky voice with a trace of a Montana drawl. She speaks in calm, even tones although she will raise her voice if the situation calls for it.
Most people in and around Kalispell know Hannah and like her for her spirit and fierce independence. They also know they can rely on her to perform her duties as deputy marshal in an objective and fair manner. She is completely fearless, unless there are spiders involved! Hannah is know to be somewhat impetuous, but she is not rash and will look at all of the angles before leaping into most dangerous situations.
Employer Name: Kalispell Town Council
Position: Deputy Marshal
Details: Routine duties as assigned.
Marksman (rifle, bow)
Horseback Riding (uses a custom Indian rig)
Hand-to-Hand Combat: Hannah has had no formal training in the art of basic fighting. She cannot hit as hard as a man, but she is a scrapper and can make her blows count. Hannah is smart. She knows she cannot win in a one-on-one altercation with most men and will go for her gun first.
Weapons: Hannah is a good shot with both a handgun and rifle, but she excels with the rifle. She is also a deadly shot with bow and arrow.
Handgun: Colt .44-40
Hobbies & Interests
Aliases / Nicknames
Marshal's Residence, just east of town.
Place of Birth
Fort Kalispell, Montana
Kith & Kin
Father: Scott Cory (Kalispell Town Marshal)
Mother: Yvonne Cory (deceased)
Shade Thornton (1853 - Present; friend, ex-fiancé): Hannah and Shade were childhood friends and teenage sweethearts. They began dating at the age of sixteen and and planned to be married in the spring of their seventeenth year. While on a shopping trip a few days prior to the planned elopement date, Shade was embroiled in a gunfight and killed a man. He lit out from Montana, leaving Hannah standing at the altar. Over the years, his alleged exploits have continued to taint how she views him.
| March 13, 1846 |
Born to Yvonne and Scott Cory, Kalispell, Montana
Yvonne dies from complications of a difficult childbirth.
| 1846 to 1856 (a. 1-10) |
Hannah's mother died only a few days after she was born. She was raised by a doting father who admits he did not really quite know how to raise a daughter. He had grown up in a house full of boys so tended to treat Hannah as he had his younger brothers. With a natural proclivity to be a tomboy, this suited Hannah just fine.
Although her father made sure she went to school, he was less inclined to make sure she stayed there. Hannah would often slip out a window and take off. She was very smart, but rather indifferent to learning. All she really wanted to do was be with her father. Fortunately, the Cory's housekeeper, Mrs. Rockfort, made sure that Hannah learned some of the basics of being a girl. She also took time to teach her to cook and maintain the house.
| 1856 to 1866 (a. 10-20) |
1853: Meets Shade Thornton
1862: Shade proposes to Hannah.
1862: Shade leaves Montana the night before the scheduled elopement.
Hannah met Shade Thornton when he was sent to the Catholic school in Fort Kalispell. They formed a rather tempestuous friendship based in a large part on their shared dislike of authority. By the time she was sixteen and Shade seventeen, a fiery friendship had turned to an equally fiery romance. Shade proposed to Hannah early in 1862. Hannah's father refused permission for them to marry. He told them that if they felt the same way in a year or two, he would reconsider. Ever impulsive, Hannah agreed to elope with Shade when he returned from a scheduled trip to escort his future sister-in-law to Missoula for a final round of pre-wedding shopping.
Shortly before they were due to return to Kalispell, Shade was embroiled in a gunfight with a man who had attacked Regina. It was clearly a case of self-defense, and there were numerous witnesses, so no charges were brought against Shade. Still, the man's brothers vowed to get Shade and anyone that got in their way. Shade made the decision to leave the territory. Unaware of the events in Missoula, Hannah arrived at the place where she and Shade had agreed to meet. She waited an entire day before coming to the realization that he had left her standing at the altar.
Upon hearing what had happened, Hannah tried to understand Shade's reasons for deserting her, but she was desperately hurt by the fact that he made no effort to contact her. As things happen, the news of her planned elopement leaked out and Hannah began overhearing sly remarks about her relationship with Shade. With humiliation heaped on top of her hurt feelings, love turned to hate. Over time, as news of Shade's exploits as a gunfighter filtered in, Hannah convinced herself that she had been fortunate that he had left. She felt that she had learned a valuable lesson and dodged a bullet where Shade Thornton was concerned.
| 1866 to 1875 (a. 20-29) |
1866 (a. 22): Takes job as Deputy Marshal
In 1860, Hannah's father became marshal of Kalispell, leaving her to tend their small farm on her own. Although her days were busy, she was still restless and felt rather unfulfilled.
Marshal Cory was wounded in a shootout during a robbery attempt in 1862 that required a few weeks of rest and recuperation. With the aid of a posse that she formed, Hannah brought in the shooters and saw they stood trial. The town council asked her to stay on in her father's place until he could recover and return to work.
Once Cory was able to return to his duties, he offered his daughter the job of deputy. She accepted and has been quite happy in the job.
Graduated high school; can read, write and do basic math.
Languages: English (native), smattering of French (learned from Canadian travelers)
Animals & Pets
Breed: Appaloosa (black roan)
Height: 15.3 hands
Markings: Jingo is a splotchy black roan Appaloosa. His mane and tail are black and gray. He has what people call a broomtail, meaning it is short and scruffy. Ringo has black stockings on all four legs.
Jingo was caught during a round up of mustangs. Scott Cory took pity on the ragged colt and bought it for his daughter. Jingo is rather hard to handle and refused to take a conventional saddle. Since Hannah preferred riding bareback, Scott had the local saddlery make her a bareback rig.
Hannah is completely open for plots. She is a supporting character so, while I am open to romantic relationships, she might get uneven play. Please feel free to contact me for regular scenes!
While the site's rating is 333, I will not write graphic smut or violence. Romantic scenes will have to fade-to-black (non-negotiable).
Something in Sam's voice got Hannah's attention. She shook her head slightly, "No, not all fathers are like Scott Cory. I've been lucky. What about you? I'm guessing your father doesn't live in Kalispell?" She wanted to allow him to tell her a bit about himself. Other than the other deputies, Hannah did not have many friends. She hoped that, in time, she would be able to count the Wentworth brothers in that category.
"Thankfully, my father doesn't live in Kalispell. He lives in Washington," Sam replied, "That's one thing all four of us are glad of. You'll probably get to meet him sometime during the spring as we expect he'll be paying us a visit. Charlie was his last chance and he's not going to take it lightly."
"I'm sorry," was Hannah's immediate response, not pity, but compassion laced her voice. "A friend of mine had issues with his father growing up. It eventually drove him away. He's back now and you work for him," she informed Sam. True, her pride still smarted over Shade Thornton leaving her at the alter, even if it was only at a planned rendezvous so they could elope, but despite that, they would always be friends.
By now, they had made it through town and Hannah directed Sam around the town square on the east end. After another mile, she pointed off to the right at a gate and just beyond it, a modest, but nice single story farmhouse, "That's our place," she told him. "If you don't want to try to make it back to Lost Lake after dinner, we have a small bunkhouse you can stay over in, head back at first light." Hannah slipped from the horse's back, "It's a long ride back, even just to the ranch's main operations area."
Sam got off his horse and quickly checked him. "You know I think that may be a good idea to stay for the night. Finn could probably do with the rest considering that we've been out for most of the day." He smiled, "Besides, I can't think of anything more better than having dinner with a beautiful woman...and of course, her father."
Hannah blushed slightly, "Thank you although with the trail dust and six-gun, I am probably less than beautiful right now. If you want to put Finn in the barn, I'll let Papa know we have a guest and get cleaned up. Come on in when ready."
Sam smiled, "Yes, ma'am."
After she had left, he took Finn to the barn and unsaddled him. He made sure that the horse had plenty of feed before taking his stuff over to the bunkhouse. For the next few minutes he got himself clean and tidy. He didn't have any extra clothes with him as he hadn't expected something like this to happen, so he just settled for taking off his shirt and shaking it out before putting back on. When he was ready, he made his way to the house.
Hannah had made quick work of washing up and changing out of her work clothes into one of her nicer dresses. Little could be done with her wild mane, so she settled for pulling it back at the nape of her neck. She found her father in his study and let him know what had happened and that they would be having a guest for dinner. In the kitchen, she found that her father had already started dinner. A thick beef stew simmered on the stove, ready to be ladled into a skillet and baked into a crust. She donned a clean apron and prepared to start work. "Shepherd's Pie it is then," Hannah murmured. A knock at the front door sent her off to open it and welcome Sam inside.
Hannah looked from the man to his horse and then over at Jingo, who stood with his head hanging. She was small and light enough that Wentworth's horse could easily carry the extra weight. On the other hand, she could not simply abandon her horse either. The splotchy-colored roan had been with her for a long time. Of course, they were still on Lost Lake property, and she could leave Jingo to graze and come back for him. Most folks on the ranch would recognize the horse. She could stash her rig behind that nearby outcropping of rocks. Worst case, one of the hands would find it and take Jingo and the bareback rig back to one of the barns. In fact...Hannah almost kicked herself for not thinking of that!
"I sure don't relish hoofing it for more than five miles," Hannah told Sam with a diffident smile. "Could I impose on you to take Jingo and my rig back to one of the barns on your way back if someone else hasn't by the time you head this way again?"
If Sam Wentworth did not mind seeing to her horse and saddle...such as it was...she would happily accept the lift into town. She offered a smile, "I can throw in a home-cooked meal when we get to town. I'll have to feed Pa when I get home."
Hannah stared at the tall, good-looking brother and then grinned, "Another Wentworth!" She laughed and held her hand out toward him, "I know your brother, Matt and I just met your other brother, Mike at the ranch. I was dropping off this month's batch of wanted posters."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Hannah Cory. As to your question about old Jingo here," she patted the horse's neck gently, "He cast a shoe and seems to have gotten stone-bruised in the process. I appreciate that you stopped. Sadly, I'll just have to take it easy walking Jingo to town."
Hannah had to admit to being impressed by the three brothers she had met so far. All of them were polite, well-spoken men. It was a pleasant turn from the ones she normally encountered.
Hannah had set an easy pace for Jingo's sake. It would mean not reaching town until after dark, but there was no sense in hurting the horse worse. She had been walking for quite a while when she heard the sound of hoofbeats behind her. Expecting the rider to come abreast of her or even pass her if they were not inclined to stop, Hannah felt her shoulder blades tense up with they stopped behind her.
The man's voice was friendly, a bit startling, and not one known to her. She carefully removed the strap from her six-gun and turned around slowly. Hannah raised her cat-like blue-green eyes up to peruse the rider taking in his blond, boy-next-door good looks and noting that he sat at ease on his horse. Since he was apparently not an immediate threat, she moved her hand away from her six-gun and nodded pleasantly.
"Hello," she replied, making sure that she turned so that the badge on her vest was readily apparent.
Hannah nodded, "I am there almost every day," she told Mike with a bit of a cheeky grin. "Lunch would be good too. By then, I should also have any recall notices to pass along as well." She turned back toward Jingo, reached up to grab the handhold on the bareback pad and vaulted onto his back, reining him back a few steps as he tossed his head. She did not want the fractious mustang to take his sometimes evil temper out on the ranch's foreman.
"Take care, Mr. Wentworth. Keep Shade Thornton in line if you can," Hannah could not resist the subtle dig where the ranch's owner was concerned. She had actually put aside any lingering hatred she felt over her humiliation when Shade left her all those years ago. It didn't mean she wouldn't add a dig here and there. "Have a good day," she added as Mike touch his hat in acknowledgement. She backed Jingo up rapidly, then whirled him about and set off at a canter. Hannah's thoughts were rather in a whirl as she wondered if all of the Wentworth brothers were so handsome and well-spoken?
~*~ An Hour or So Later ~*~
They were a little more than halfway back to Kalispell when Jingo suddenly stumbled hard and slowed from his easy canter to a limping walk. Hannah pulled the reins back, "Whoa, Jingo." The horse tossed his head and tugged at the reins. He knew which way was home and he wanted to get back to the barn. "You stubborn cayuse," Hannah said in annoyance and vaulted from the saddle to the ground, putting more of her weight against the reins in her hand. Jingo reluctantly stopped his forward motion. Hannah kneeled and ran her hands along Jingo's right foreleg which he was holding slightly off the ground. It was immediately apparent that the horse had cast his shoe. Standing up, Hannah dropped the reins leaving the horse ground-tied while she looked around, finally locating the horseshoe on the side of the trail. She was still in a quandary. She had ridden off without a spare shoe, horseshoe nails and her farrier's hammer. Besides, Jingo seemed too tender for tacking the shoe back on immediately. He must have stepped on a rock.
Hannah used her hoof pick to do what she could for her horse, scraping away a few bits of rock and grit from the frog. She set his hoof back down, noting that Jingo was still favoring it. He would probably need a few days rest before she had him shod again. Hannah patted the horse's shoulder, "Come on, boy. We have quite a long walk ahead of us if we are going to make it home by nightfall."
With that, she set off along the road with the horse in tow.
"Oh, you're one of Matt's brothers!" Hannah exclaimed in surprise. "He told me that you would be arriving when we had lunch sometime back. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wentworth."
Hannah and Matt had followed up their lunch with a Sunday afternoon of visits so she could introduce him around the area. It had been pleasant, and she had enjoyed his company. Her instincts had told her not to get too vested in the man's interest. He was likely simply being friendly and polite. Hannah had run into him off and on in town since then, so he was a bit surprised that he hadn't mentioned that his brothers had settled at Lost Lake Ranch.
"I had heard that the ranch hired a new foreman to replace Ezra Hale," Hannah added. "Welcome to Kalispell."
Hannah Cory looked around as she approached the bunkhouse and barn area of Lost Lake Ranch. She had always felt that this area was meant to serve as a guardhouse for passage to the main lodge. As if the trail along the gorge, Ishmael's Pass, wasn't deterrent enough! Hannah spotted a man she did not know heading toward the barn and slowed Jingo, her splotchy marked roan, down to a slow trot and then to a walk.
The man seemed at ease, so maybe he was a new hand? Truthfully, Hannah had not been out to the ranch since shortly after Shade's return. He was tall and lean with dark hair and even handsome features. Definitely not someone that Hannah had seen around. Of course, Lost Lake's men were usually only in town on weekends because of the long ride.
Bringing Jingo to a stop near the man, Hannah pushed her hat back and let it hang by its strings on her back. She dropped to the ground and faced the stranger with a friendly-enough smile, "Howdy," Hannah greeted the man. She knew the badge on her vest was easy to see, so she did not bother with the whole deputy marshal spiel. "I'm Hannah Cory, brought copies of the latest wanted posters out for the ranch. Shade and Quentin like to have them to make sure whoever they are hiring is on the up-and-up."
Hannah listened intently to what Matt was saying about his brothers. She liked his sense of family that he seemed to genuinely want to see and spend time with brothers instead of treating it as an onerous duty. She did not have siblings and had often wished she had had a sister to help her negotiate the pitfalls of being a woman. "I understand," Hannah said in response to Matt's telling her about his brothers. "Perhaps some other time..."
She was getting used to his compliments but could not decide if Matt was serious or it was part of his charm. Hannah knew she was not ugly, yet when comparing herself to some of the women she saw around town or in the odd lady's magazine, she could see she was not a ravishing beauty either. Perhaps it was the dress she was wearing. Most folks around town were used to seeing her in men's garb as her father called it. Not that he objected to it when she was working.
However, Hannah was a bit nonplussed when Matt reached for her hand and kissed it. That certainly sent sensations through her that she was not used to feeling. She managed a charming smile, "Why, Matt! You are going to make some of the town's ladies jealous," Hannah tapped his hand with her free one. "Thank you for the lovely compliments and for asking me to lunch. I can't say when I have enjoyed a meal or the company more." Hannah kept her voice slightly playful while keeping her words sincere. She put the feelings that she stirred in her down to a schoolgirl's crush brought about by receiving unexpected attention from such a handsome and debonair man.
The entire experience had been surprisingly pleasant. The only man she had interacted with on a personal level was Ezra Hale's eldest son, Nick. She had enjoyed his company but not his wandering eye. It seemed that Nick thought of her more as a pal than a woman to be courted. The one and only time she had been in love had been in her teens...with Shade Thornton. He had left her waiting by the river on the night they were supposed to elope. Although she was starting to feel the womanly urge to have a home and family, Hannah was somewhat jaded on her prospects.
The chance encounter with Matt Wentworth had proved fortuitous. He was a handsome and charming companion. Hannah also felt they might become friends. She had no illusions about anything else ever happening between them.
Hannah smiled and indicated her dress, "I am thinking about changing, gathering my rod and reel and doing a little fishing. It would be nice to have fresh fried trout for dinner tonight. I want to make the most of my day off." She almost asked him about his plans, but stopped herself. He was a wealthy business owner. No doubt, he needed to return to work as soon as they were finished with lunch.
"I have to agree. This is one of the most enjoyable meals I've shared with anyone," Hannah agreed and returned the compliment. "I am off again on Sunday since I switch over to night duty on Monday. It's a tradition around here for people to go a-visitin' after church or Mass. Maybe we could make it to a couple of the ranches or some of the local business owners then?"
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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