Dress is that of typical ranch hand. He has tanned skin due to the amount of time he spends outdoors.
Slightly muscular due to the nature of his work.
Gets his looks and colouring from his father's side of the family.
Weight: 172 pounds
Traits & Characteristics
Reliable, trustworthy and has integrity. Self-educated and has learn a few ranch management skills over the years.
Practical, supportive and loyal
Having spent ten years making a living as a ranch hand, he is not afraid of hard work. He is very good at his job because it is something he enjoys doing.
Just like his brothers, he is also a bit of a ladies' man.
Can be a bit secretive and when necessary emotionless (tends to play his cards to his chest). He can be very intolerant of those who do the wrong thing (justice minded). If he feels that there something wrong he will say something.
Ranch Hand at various ranches. Has been working at a ranch outside Medicine Bow for over four years.
He knows how to shoot and is capable of using a gun and rifle.
Has all the necessary skills and experience that a ranch hand has.
Aliases / Nicknames
Medicine Bow, Wyoming
Kith & Kin
Charles Albert Wentworth (an influential person in political and social circles in Washington D.C. i.e. the man behind the scenes pulling the strings). Hopes one day to have a son who will enter politics so that he gain more influence.
Rebecca Mary Wentworth (nee Martin)
Matthew Charles Wentworth (born 1840)
Samuel Martin Wentworth (born 1845)
Charles Albert Wentworth Jr. (born 1855)
Mary Alice Wentworth (born 1850)
June 1843 - September 1861: Born the second eldest of five children to Charles and Rebecca Wentworth. His father worked as aide to a number of senators and is considered an important man to know if you want to get ahead in Washington. His childhood was uneventful. He grew up reading and hearing stories about life outside Washington, especially in the territories and yearned to go out there. When his brother Matthew fails to graduate, Mike's father decides that he should go to Yale to become a lawyer.
September 1861 - April 1865: Within weeks of arriving at Yale, Mike quits and joins the US (Union) Army. Starting as a private, he eventually rises to the rank of lieutenant during the course of the war. After a brief visit home, he heads out west to live the life he always wanted.
May 1865 - July 1871: Learns and works as a ranch hand in various places. He eventually ends up in Medicine Bow, Wyoming.
July 1871 - August 1875: Working as ranch hand in Medicine Bow, when his brothers Sam and Charlie turn up. They leave and head for Kalispell.
September 1875: Gets the job of ranch foreman at Lost Lake Ranch.
Enjoys some poetry, especially the poems by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
"And ya know.....someday you could buy me a dinner? Not here....I mean the beef stew is good but this ain't no restaurant. I noticed a diner down the street though. We could go there," she suggested.
Mike smiled, "I can do better than that. I'll take you to the hotel. As long as you're on your best behaviour, which I have no doubt you will be, then owner won't mind. I can't speak for anybody else who may be there on the night but what they think doesn't matter to me. My friends and family know who I am and they know that I only have dinner with women that I admire and respect."
He was about to get out of his chair when Arabella Mudd turned up with the young fellow from Evergreen, who Charlie had made friends with at the dance.
“Hey Caroline!” she yelled, butting into their conversation, facing the saloon singer and totally ignoring the now hated Mr Wentworth. “This here’s my friend Brendan Connolly! He didn’t want to come over and bother you, but I wanted you to meet one of the really nice fellers around these parts.” She beamed, patting him on the arm.
“I’ll go and get the music ready for your next performance, leave you two to get to know each other!” she said, before giving an acid glance to the oldest Wentworth brother and adding tartly “I wouldn’t want a hang around and be a gooseberry!” And with that she scuttled off, hoping that Caroline would fall for the handsome cowboy and give Mr Michael Wentworth a taste of his own medicine.
"I was just leaving, so if Caroline is willing, you are welcome to take my place." Turning to Caroline, he took her hand and gave her a quick wink, "Until later, my dear." Raising her hand to his lips he gave it a light kiss before letting it go. A smirk appeared on his face before he schooled his features to a more serious look.
Turning back to Brendan he placed his hand on his shoulder, "Make sure you remember that she's a lady or you'll be hearing from me."
With that Mike headed back towards the bar, with a grin slowly creeping back on his face. He hoped Caroline had remembered that jasper at the saloon in Dodge. The boy couldn't have been more than seventeen but he already fancied himself some sort of ladies man and he was out to make a conquest. In order to help get the boy back on track and realise that Caroline was out his league, they had both conspired to play a trick on him. The boy had fell for it but the Evergreen hand was a lot older so Mike wasn't sure he would fall for it. If he didn't then it would be no great loss.
"Aww, Mike, I never saw you mean. You always were the perfect gentleman," she remarked in all sincerity.
"And believe me I've run inta mean men in my life," she assured him.
Mike smiled, "No you never...I had myself all sorted out by the time I met you. Generally, we're not that mean unless we're pushed or have good reason to be. It's something to do with the way alcohol addles our disposition or our brains, no-one knows for sure. If we consume an excess amount it sets something off and it not's pretty. Charlie's young and he's been in college for the last couple of years with no real supervision and I'm afraid it's becoming a bit of a problem. Thankfully, he has enough sense not to drink on the job so we've got to keep watch on him when and where we can. We've got the hotel covered and Charlie wouldn't dare do anything there or Matt would have his hide. So his only option is to come here, and due to work commitments Sam and I can't be here all the time. That's where your help will be invaluable. It won't be all the time just the times when we're not here and he is."
But alright, I will do what I can for him but no promises. He gets mean in here and I've heard that Ralph is the one who deals with troublemakers. And I've heard Ralph can be ....well, fierce is how it was told to me," she had to point out.
"I don't even know what this Charlie looks like. I can't go around asking very drunk ..'oh hey, your name Charlie'. "
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you meet Charlie. I plan to be with him the next time he comes here and if I'm not, Sam will be. Which reminds, I better introduce you two. How about after your next performance?"
"Oh yeah? Who might this be? That brother you mentioned?" she was curious.
"It's a brother," MIke smiled, "but not the one that's here tonight. It's my youngest brother, Charlie and well...he's still quite young and he still hasn't learned how to control how much he drinks. You remember me telling you about how downright mean we can get when we've had too much. We've all been down that path and now it's Charlie's turn and we don't want him doing anything he will regret or maybe get put in jail for later on down the track. So if you can help out, it will greatly be appreciated."
"Yeah nice meetin' you too," Charlie shouted as he waved goodbye to Brendan. Turning back he could see Arabella was still there and so was his brother. Didn't they have something else to do?
Mike frowned at Arabella's suggestion of throwing a few more drinks down Charlie. Getting him more drunk than he was now was the last thing on his mind. And what was she said about some promise Charlie had made to take her and friend to the mission? Maybe a day with Arabella would give his youngest brother a chance to think things over and realise that it was time to start learning some self-control over alcohol or suffer the consequences.
Turning to the young girl, he smiled, "I thank you for your assistance in this matter but now it is time to say goodnight. Good evening, Miss Arabella."
Not waiting for a reply, he looked at Charlie, "Say goodnight to the young lady."
Charlie raised an eyebrow, "Good night? I'm only just getting started and the night is still young."
"That's what you think," Mike said as he made a move towards Charlie. In desperation Charlie took a swing at his brother, who easily dodged the wayward throw.
Shaking his head, Mike sighed, "If that's the way you want it."
The next thing Charlie saw Mike's fist coming towards him and hitting him in the jaw. After Mike watched Charlie fall to the ground, he sighed again. He bent down and picked Charlie up like a sack of potatoes, swung him over his shoulders and headed off to meet his father.
Mike grinned, "So many questions and as always so little time. I have a few of my own but first I'll answer yours."
Leaning forward, he went on, "First of all, I wasn't looking for my wife as I still haven't found one who can tolerate me but my brother...well the one I came here with tonight. I'll introduce you to him sometime. As for the champagne, I think you're right, it might be a bit too much for now but I promise to buy you one day. Instead I'll buy you a drink after your next performance."
"So, I can't stay long, gotta get back to makin' the rounds but tell me, how you been? You look handsome as ever. I take you work at some local ranch?"
"I'm foreman over at the Lost Lake ranch, A few of the boys are here tonight and I would be obliged if you would keep an eye on them once you get to know them. I don't know how much you know about the situation around here but anything you can do to help will be greatly appreciated. I know Matilda and Ralph keep a pretty tight rein on this place but they can't be here all of the time."
A thought suddenly crossed his mind. "This might be too soon to ask since we're just renewing our friendship but the ranch keeps me busy and I can only get into town once maybe twice a week but there is someone I would like you to keep an eye on."
"Well, well, if it ain't Mike. Mike ...Wentworth, right? Been awhile, hon," she grinned and held open her arms for an expected hug.
Mike smiled, went forwards and scooped Caroline up in a big hug. After he had placed her feet back on the floor, he held out her at arm's length. "Caro, you look great."
Looking around the room, Mike noticed most people were ignoring them and only one or two were taking an interest in his interaction with the saloon's newest star. For a moment, he wondered what Sam was making of this moment, if he had indeed seen it. If Sam was watching, he had no doubt he would be answering a lot of questions later on.
However, that was something he wasn't worried about right now. Turning his attention back to Caroline, he smiled again, "I think I have enough to buy you a glass of champagne. I don't know what type they serve here exactly but I'm sure it's good. Matilda Devereau doesn't skimp too much on what she serves here. If it isn't up to your standards, then we can always try the hotel. I know where the owner keeps the good stuff."
He gave her a quick wink, before taking her by the hand and leading to nearby table that was being vacated right at that moment.
Mike took a good look around the crowded saloon and smiled. The Saturday night crowd was bigger than usual, no doubt to the new attraction the Stardust had on offer. Word had gotten to Lost Lake a couple of days ago about the new gal singing at the saloon and most of the hands were eager to see what it was all about. Sam had gone off to see if he could find a good spot to watch the show. Charlie had volunteered to stay put at the ranch. Well, volunteered was a bit of understatement, it was more of a case of wanting to avoid Arabella Mudd and somehow getting tricked into taking another trip out the mission.
Another smile came onto his face as he knew that the trip to the mission, had knocked some sense into Charlie and the trouble he could get himself into when he drank too much. Hopefully it was the kick in the pants that Charlie needed to curtail his drinking. It was one thing, he could be thankful for where Arabella was concerned.
Before he could do anything else, the music started and Miss Mundee took to the stage. As he watched, he remembered when he had first met her. It was a couple of years ago at some saloon in Dodge City. He couldn't remember the name of it but it had been the first one he had gone to after arriving in town at the end of a long cattle drive. All he knew was that he was in the right place at the right time. Caroline (who he later found out was adamant about being able to look after herself) had found herself in a spot of trouble. After helping her to get out the situation, the two of them had spent the week together just as friends.
There was something about Caroline that reminded him of his sister, Mary. It was that sort of relationship that developed between them, him being the older brother and someone to talk to that didn't take advantage of the situation. Caroline had confided in him a little, probably because of the fact that he wasn't staying in town for long and she never expected to see him again.
Now, here they were in the same place for the foreseeable future. He would make a point of saying hello if she came up to him. There would also be offer of help if she ever needed it and he would leave it at that. For now, he was going enjoy the rest of the show.
For most of the night Mike had been enjoying himself dancing with a variety of both single and married women. Part of his job as foreman at Lost Lake was to maintain good relationships with those who lived in town and he was happy to oblige especially when it came to dancing with the unmarried daughters of various businessmen and landowners.
He was about to head on over to the pit where the last of the beef was being served to get a second helping and to check on some of his men who were gathered there to make sure that they weren't getting into any trouble when he stopped by his father. Charles, Sr. had been keeping a watchful eye on his youngest son for most of the evening but had become distracted by a discussion with some local farmers about the new hospital and orphanage that Leah Steelgrave was planning. They too were a bit wary about anything the Steelgraves were involved in.
By the time, Charles had finished talking to them, he had lost sight of Charlie, but he knew where to find him. Seeing that his son was well on the way to being very intoxicated, Charles had decided to get Mike and enlist his help. Mike agreed with his father that it was time to take Charlie home. Thankfully, both of them could now stay at their father's house instead of Matt's hotel whenever they had to stay overnight in town.
Quickly scanning the room for Matt, Mike could see that he was enjoying another dance with Mrs. Thornton-Carlton and he smiled. The way things were going between those two he wouldn't be surprised if heard an announcement in the near future.
After his father told him that he was going to get his buggy to help ferry Charlie home, Mike headed over to the beer tent. He was approaching the group that Charlie was part of when he heard one of the young men there say...
"What are you doin' here? This ain't no place for little girls."
Mike looked over to the girl, the young man was addressing and was slightly dismayed to see that it was Arabella. It wasn't that he disliked the girl, he just wished that she would get over the hero worship she had for him. Even though he had only interacted with Arabella on few occasions it was enough for anyone else who had happened to be with him to see that she was more than grateful towards him.
Still, he was a gentleman, and he couldn't ignore the child and so when he got near enough, he nodded in Arabella's direction, "Miss Mudd, he's right this isn't the place for a young lady."
Turning to Charlie, he smiled, "And this isn't the place for you either. It's time to say goodnight."
"What do you do?" He tried to get the focus of himself.
Mike smiled, "I'm the foreman at Lost Lake Ranch. There are only a few of the hands here tonight so I'm sort of making sure that they don't get in too much trouble. Considering that they have a wager going they won't be starting any fights but if they're pulled into that's already going then that's another matter."
He noted Jay's reaction to somebody or something he had seen. The man seemed to tense up all of a sudden, so Mike turned to look in the direction Jay was looking and all he could see was people gathering for a dance. One person, he did notice was that peculiar girl, Arabella, who thankfully hadn't come near him at all. It looked like her feelings of gratitude had subsided after all.
Turning back, he looked at Addy, "Later on, I was wondering if you would do me the honour of having a dance with you. If there are no objections."
"Good ta see ya, Mike. Been a while, but then, I ain't been out yer way in a time." She hooked her arm into Jay's. "Jay here's from Whitefish, settled here after th' trouble. He's been helpin' out here an' there...smithin', mostly."
"Good to see you as well, Miss Addy. The boys back at the ranch were wondering when you were coming over. I think one or two of them are still trying to work out that card trick you showed them the last time you were there."
Mike turned to Jay, "I enjoy some poetry but it depends on what the subject. I'm a bit partial to Tennyson, the one who wrote that particular line."
He briefly glanced over in the direction Quentin had gone and saw that he had finally caught up to Harriet. A smile crept on his face, with the knowledge that there might be another wedding at the ranch before next winter. It was already a given that Shade and the school marm would be taking a trip down the aisle soon.
Turning back to Jay, he nodded, "Jay...seems I remember my brother mentioning a fellow who did some repairs on the hotel a few weeks back. Matt was very impressed with your work."
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