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 yearned to go out there. However, since his brother Matthew failed to graduate, Mike's father decided 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 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.
September 1875: Gets the job of ranch foreman at Lost Lake Ranch.
A few hours later, Mike was sitting outside on the front porch of the bunkhouse. Sam and the other four men were inside playing poker with the stakes being only matches, which suited Mike fine. He didn't want any squabbles over money or anything else during the early stages of his tenure as ranch foreman. Getting to know the men, the job, and the land was enough for the time being.
Every now and there he would hear the sound of laughter and it pleased him that Sam was getting along with the others despite the cool start. Dinner had been a time for all of them to learn something about the people they would be working with. Giving orders and telling the others what he expected from them could wait until the morning when they started work. This was their time off, and he didn't want to interfere with that.
Leaning back in the chair, he began to think about all the events that had led to him being here. He also thought about was ahead. Learning a new job and living in a new area wasn't what worried him the most as he had done it before. What worried him was the situation with Charlie. First up the boy would have to overcome his disastrous first meeting with Miss Redmond. Hopefully, the talk Matt, Sam and he had had with Charlie had sunk in. Charlie's first day on the job would answer that.
The other main worry about Charlie was the fact that his running away from university meant that their father would end up here, most probably in the spring. Mary, their sister was due to have her first baby at any time and with winter approaching, he wouldn't be able to come any earlier than that. There was no doubt that his father would come as Charlie was his last chance to have a son fulfill his dreams of having a son enter politics. Charles Wentworth Senior had already a substantial influence in Washington but having a son as a member of government or at least in the inner circle of men higher up in the ranks would allow him to do a lot more.
The thought of what his father had his sons to be, sickened Mike. When he was in his teens, he had dreaded the thought of going into the life his father wanted him to have. The relief he had felt when Matt finally broke away was immense and at the first chance he had, he to make his escape. Thankfully, Sam had followed suit and for a while it looked that Charlie would be one to succumb to their father's wishes.
A yawn broke his thoughts and he realised that it was getting late. If he wanted to be up early to have a quick look around at the nearby buildings before breakfast, he needed to go to bed now. Standing up, he stretched before heading inside.
Stepping into his new quarters, Mike took a good look. Over in the far corner was a small wood stove which was big enough to put a coffee pot on it. The stove was also a size that would be good enough to keep the room warm during the winter. To his right was a single wrought iron bed.
Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the bed and threw his gear on it. After a quick test of the mattress to make sure that it was comfortable, he began to unpack his belongings. Opposite the foot of the bed was a closet and dresser. Over in the corner was a washstand with a pitcher and bowl which seemed in good condition. He would have to find out what the bathing arrangements were for the ranch hands. Surely, on a ranch this size and going by how well the hands were taken care, there would be a separate building that would be used as bathhouse for them. That was another thing he would have to add to the list to find out about.
In the middle of the room was a small round table that looked big enough to seat four people, even though there were only two chairs there. The size didn't really matter to him, just as long as he could fit all the paperwork he would be doing on it.
Just as he finished putting away the last of his things, he heard voices coming in from the main room. It sounded like the men had returned. Giving his vest a quick pull downwards, he made his way back into the room and found his brother sitting on his bunk watching four men having what look like heated discussion near the front door.
Upon seeing Mike enter the room, Sam got up and went over to his brother. "Seems that one of them forgot to tell the others the full story."
Mike smiled. Ranch hands were also joshing or playing tricks with one another and this place was no different. Sam would have to be on the lookout but as foreman, he had no worries, so long as he stamped his authority right from the start.
Knowing that it was nearly dinner time, Mike stepped forward, "I hate to interrupt but which one of you is the cook?"
The four men, turned to see who the newcomer was. Realising that it could only be their new boss, Stan was the first to speak, "That would be Dan Morgan."
After a nudge from Ben, Dan nodded, "That'll be me. I've got everything prepared...just need to cook it, which I aim to do right now."
Dan headed for the kitchen, while the other three men went over to their bunks to take off their chaps. Mike and Sam went over to the dining table and sat down to wait for them.
Mature Content: No
With: Mike Wentworth, Sam Wentworth, Lost Lake Ranch Hands NPCs Location: Lost Lake Ranch Bunkhouse When: Wednesday 15 September 1875 Time of Day: Afternoon
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
"Looks like everything is well kept and maintained," Mike said as he inspected the bunks. "You should be okay."
"I should," Sam replied, "but it will depend on who I am sharing this with. You're lucky to have a place on your own."
"One of the perks of being a foreman. Maybe if I end up getting married and moving to the foreman's house, you can have my room." He paused for a moment, "That is if I think you'll be good enough for it."
Sam smiled, "Oh, I'll be good enough for it. I aim to be the top hand around here one day."
"That'll depend on how good the other hands are. From what Shade told us and from what I can gather about the man himself, they will be nothing but the best."
"Yeah I figured that too but I think the challenge will be worth it." Sam thudded a mattress in an effort to test how comfortable it was. Satisfied that it was, he went over to his brother, "Besides I got to have something to aim for, don't I?"
"You do," Mike answered. Walking over towards the kitchen, he thought about what was ahead of him. Most of the hands were away on drives and Shade didn't know how many of them would be returning. Mike knew he would be overseeing a group of about sixteen, judging by the number of bunks. There was room for more if needed but he would determine that later on. The first thing he had to do was to take the measure of the four men who were here at the ranch. They would be back soon and that's when the real work would start. The job of foreman was something he was very experienced at but if he didn't have the respect of those who worked under him, then it wouldn't matter how good he was at his job.
After inspecting the kitchen and eating area, Mike looked over to Sam, who was busy deciding which of the unused bunks he liked the look of. "I'm going to head over to my quarters now and get settled in. The others should be here soon."
Sam acknowledged Mike with a nod and continued checking the bunks. Mike smiled and walked over to the door that lead to his new home.
He listened to Charlie's response before speaking up, "Well, I guess we'll be on our way. We might take it a bit more slower going, so that we can start to familiarise ourselves with the land. See you tomorrow."
Mike, Sam and Charlie made their way back to their horses and began the ride back to town. When they had gone far enough, Sam spoke, "That went well. I kind of expected it would be a lot harder going from what I heard in town about Thornton."
Looking over Sam, Mike smiled, "Why I am not surprised that you did your research before coming here."
Sam smirked, "Matt's not the only who likes to know what he's up against...and I know that you're the same. The only one who probably didn't was Charlie, but he's got problems of his own. Isn't that right Charlie?"
Charlie frowned, "Of all the darn places she would have to be..."
"So, the young lady looking after the children was the Clara from the other day," Mike asked.
"Yeah she was...and one talking to about it is enough. Besides, I thought we were going to learn more about the land on the way back and not how I acted towards some kid I met in town."
Both Mike and Sam looked at each other, surpressing the urge to laugh out loud. Mike knew that Charlie needed to work out things for himself, now that he knew the reasons why he would have to learn to control himself where his drinking was concerned.
As they continued the ride back to town, Mike took mental notes of things that needed to be done. He knew he was seeing only a small part of the ranch and there was some fences that needed to be mended. With the owners dying unexpectedly only a few months ago and the former foreman being injured, there was bound to be some jobs to be done. One of the first things he would have to do is to take stock of the other ranch hands. With the odd payment system here there was bound to be some who would be taking advantage of it, especially at a time like this.
Thinking about how things had turned out, Mike found to his surprise, that he was okay with it. It was good to know that most of the family would not be far away from each other. If he was being honest with himself, he would have to admit that he had missed all of this brothers. Now, that they were back together, the only real worry was their father and it was only a matter of time before he would come for Charlie.
"I'm usually used to getting paid after doing the work, but I guess I can get used to the way things are done here." Mike didn't want to tell Shade that he felt a bit dishonest taking money before he had done anything for it but for now, he would see how it would go. Once he knew more about his new bosses, he might be able to offer some suggestions but now was not the time.
On the surface, Shade seemed to be on the level, and he had no doubt he was a good man or Matt wouldn't have told him about the job here. It was his remark about killing a Steelgrave and having to leave town that made him a bit curious. The incident had happened years ago and Shade had only returned due to the untimely death of his brother and his wife. What had he done for all those years?
Knowing that he would have some time in town before returning here to find out things, even if it was a rumour, Mike left it at that. He liked Shade and hoped that he was a man worthy of being called boss and maybe one day a friend.
Holding out his hand to shake Shade's, he smiled, "Well, it's been nice meeting you. We should be here some time tomorrow afternoon. Your night foreman can show me around the day after tomorrow if he's okay with that. It will give me and my brothers a bit of time to settle in and at least look over the stables and our lodgings."
Mike, Sam, and Charlie acknowledged the children and said hello to them. There would be time to get to know them later on.
Mike nodded. Shade was pretty much confirming some of the things Matt had said about the Steelgraves. Working here could make them targets but he knew both he and Sam could handle any trouble that might crop up. Charlie was another matter. The boy was only used to city life and what he knew of life out here was what he had experience on the trip to Kalispell. They had already started giving Charlie lessons on how and when to use a gun, but he would need a lot more learning before he could look after himself. Hopefully, as he was learning how to be a ranch hand, he would also learn the other things he needed to know to survive life in the west.
After a moment, Mike replied, "Thanks for letting us know the situation. I hate to go into something blindly and find out something later that I should have known in the beginning."
He looked over to his brothers and back again to Shade, "My brothers and I appreciate the opportunity you are giving us. I hope we won't be a disappointment."
"It's fine by me," Mike replied. He looked over to his two brothers who nodded in return, "And it's fine by them."
Both Sam and Charlie got up and grabbed a sandwich each before sitting back down again. Charlie was careful to avoid looking at Clara. Knowing that he might have to spend some time with her was a bit unsettling but if wanted to be a ranch hand there would be a heap of stuff that he would have to put up with.
Clara, on the other hand, kept her eye on Charlie, just waiting for their eyes to meet but when he avoided such contact she chose not to speak to the young man. She was not looking for a scene here. If he was determined to simply ignore her...well then....fine!
Mike wanting to get the formalities over first, continued speaking to Shade, "The gear will help as we could only bring what we could carry without overloading our horses. As for our lodgings, I'll take the foreman's quarters in the bunkhouse for the time being and as for Charlie...he should be okay with staying here." A smirk came to his face, "The last thing I want is a hand who's too soft from taking it too easy."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, he left a life of luxury to join us humble people. The sooner he starts learning the better."
As Charlie was about to answer, Mike spoke up, "We'll continue this discussion on the way back to town to pick up our gear. We can start the day after tomorrow." He paused before going on, "Is there anything we need to know in particular about working here?"
Fair enough, Mike though as he listened to Shade. He watched as his two brothers found seats and sat on them, keeping a little bit further back to allow him to speak for them. It was good to hear that there might be another couple of positions available.
Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over to Shade, "This a reference from my previous employer back in Wyoming. I was foreman at his ranch for about two years or so. I would still be there if there hadn't been a family emergency."
Not wanting to go on about the circumstances that had brought them, he decided to expand more on his and his brothers' experience. "I've been working as a ranch hand since the end of the war. Sam's been working as one for over seven years, mainly in Nebraska and brother Charlie, well..." He smiled, "He's just starting out but he's willing and eager to learn."
Quickly, going over what Shade had said, Mike got the impression that the man wanted people who would be here for the long haul, "We're looking at staying on a while around here as we have an older brother living in town. We appreciate that you are willing to at least hear us out."
After a few minutes, the woman returned and asked them to follow her. As they walked through the house, Mike was impressed. Even his previous boss didn't have a house as large as this one was.
Going out onto the terrace, Mike could see that there was a man, a young lady and two children. He looked over to his brothers and he noticed that Charlie was looking a bit uncomfortable. After the introductions were made, he went over and shook hands with Thornton. "I'm Mike Wentworth and the fair haired one is my brother Sam. The other one is my brother, Charlie."
Sam greeted Shade and the others, remarking that he and Charlie were already acquainted with Miss Redmond. For a moment, Mike wondered how they had met the young lady but then he realised who she was. Judging by the way Charlie was acting, she would have to be the one he had a run it with the other day.
Not wanting to draw attention away from the purpose of their visit, Mike turned his attention back to Shade, "I understand that you have a position open for foreman and hopefully for a couple of ranch hands as well."
"Would you look at that," Charlie said as he pushed his hat up a little. "How big do you reckon it is?"
"Big enough and then some, " Mike replied as he took in the large house that was up ahead. Matt had gotten them the directions to find the main house but he hadn't told them how large it was. Mike smiled, remembering that Matt hadn't had the chance to come out here yet so he wouldn't have known either.
Pulling out the paper with the directions on it, Mike could see that the main house was called Blackbird Lodge. The name now made sense and it wasn't the type of large ranch houses he was used to in Wyoming. This Shade Thornton they were coming to see didn't sound like the type of fellow who would own a house like this.
Even though he had done some research into the ranch and the owners before deciding to apply for the foreman's job that had been advertised, he was still surprised at how big everything seemed to be here. Both Montana and Wyoming were places were the word big was understatement.
Motioning to Charlie and Sam, Mike kicked his horse and started towards the house. As he neared it, he realised that there was something odd about it. The front entrance wasn't where it was supposed to be. He steered his horse and made his way to the back of the house, hoping he would see some sort of entry along the way.
Turning the corner at the rear, he was relieved to finally found what looked to be the front. Sighting a nearby hitching rail, he and his brothers went over to it and tied up their horses.
Going up to the door, Mike knocked on it while Sam and Charlie spent the time checking the house over. After a few minutes, the door opened and an older woman stepped out. "Yes, can I help you?"
Mike took off his hat, and smiled. "Howdy ma'am. Is Mr. Thornton in?"
Mary slowly took her time to look over the man at the door. She could see that he wasn't alone and that the other two were smiling back at her. For a moment, she wished she was a little bit younger but then she remembered where and who she was. "I'm guessing you're here about the foreman's job."
Nodding, Mike replied with a firm "Yes, ma'am."
"It figures." Mary opened the door wider to let all three of them in. "Wait here and I'll let Mr. Thornton know that you're here."
As they waited for the woman to return, Mike, Sam and Charlie spent the next few minutes taking in their surroundings.
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