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Mike Wentworth

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About Mike Wentworth

  • Foreman - Lost Lake Ranch

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  • Role
    Main Character
  • Playby
    James Drury
  • Full Name
    Michael Robert Wentworth
  • Goes By
    Mike
  • Profession
    Ranch Foreman
  • Position
    Lost Lake Ranch
  • Birth Date
    06/06/1843
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    6' 0''
  • Hair Color
    Dark Brown
  • Eye Color
    Hazel

Physical Description

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

 

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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.
  • Humble

Employment

Ranch Hand at various ranches.  Has been working at a ranch outside Medicine Bow for over four years.

Expertise

  • 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

N/A

Residense(s)

Past

  • Washington D.C.
  • Medicine Bow, Wyoming

Present

  • Kalispell, Montana

Kith & Kin

Father
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.

Mother
Rebecca Mary Wentworth (nee Martin)

Brothers
Matthew Charles Wentworth (born 1840)

Samuel Martin Wentworth (born 1845)

Charles Albert Wentworth Jr. (born 1855)

Sister
Mary Alice Wentworth (born 1850)

Life Events

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.

Character Notes

Enjoys some poetry, especially the poems by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Player Notes

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Recent Posts

  1. Mike Wentworth
    After a few minutes of discussing his mother's plans for taking care of the young ladies in town and giving them something to do, Mike glanced upstairs.  Ruth was still recovering from her injuries and even though there wasn't many outside signs of the trauma she had been through, it was what could happening on the inside that was more of a concern.
     
    From what he knew and from what Doctor Danforth had said, it was harder to determine how bad her injuries were on the inside with no way of knowing for sure.  Even if she felt pain each time she was examined, she refused to show it.  He surmised that she was being brave for the sake of her daughter.
     
    During the last couple of months, while Ruth was still recovering, he had tried to find out if Ruth still had any family.  With the help of his father, Mike had sent telegrams to almost every town looking for anybody who knew any Masters family that had a daughter or relative called Ruth.  So far, there was nothing and the search would have to be widen.  It could be months or years before he could find her family, if at all.  That, then raised the next question...if Ruth died, what would become of Natosi.
     
    Natosi's future was something the family would have to discuss before the end of the summer, especially with the new school year starting.  Natosi could read and write a little but nowhere near where other children her age were at.  The child also needed to get used to being around other people and not just his family. As it was now, Natosi only spent short periods of time away from her mother.
     
    As he remembered one of many conversations he had with Ruth when he was trying to find out information about her family, she had told him that Natosi needed to learn "the white man's ways".  Ruth had said other things as well about how she would like Natosi to be taken care off, just in case.
     
    A tapping of a spoon on a wine glass, bought his attention back to the dinner...
     
    TBC
  2. Mike Wentworth
    After adding another log to the fire, Mike looked over to where Ruth and Natosi were.  Ruth was as comfortable as she could in the travois with her daughter sleeping on the ground near her.  It had been a slow trip and they had reached Lost Lake ranch territory well after dark.  He didn't want to camp on Evergreen and so he had kept going until they were safe.
     
    Even though he was tired, he knew he had to stay awake until Sam joined him again.  Not knowing how long that was going to be, he had begun to lean back on his saddle when he heard Ruth beginning to stir.  Getting up again, he took his canteen over to her and kneeled down to hold her up as she took a couple of mouthfuls of water.  When she had finished, he was about to go back to his place on the other side of the fire when she grabbed his hand.  "Please don't go...I have much to say," she whispered.
     
    Mike smiled, "You can tell me later when you're feeling better."
     
    "No, I must talk now...there may not be a later."
     
    "All right," Mike answered.  It was evident that whatever she had to say was important enough for her to not want him to leave her side.
     
    "I have family somewhere.  We, they were headed south to the Helena gold camp when I choose to go with my husband. I took my journal and some other things with me.  Over the years I managed to get paper and ink from time to time and I wrote letters to Natosi and my parents.  My journal and the letters are in that satchel that Natosi has."
     
    Yes, the satchel that Natosi was clinging to right now even in her sleep.  Seeing how important it was too both of them, Mike nodded and simply said, "Yes."
     
    Ruth smiled weakly, "I have two things to ask.  Help me find my family and when I die and take care of Natosi until you do.  Please promise me that you will."
     
    For the first request, Mike had no qualms but it was the second that would prove to be a problem.  Being a ranch foreman and living in a bunkhouse, there was no way he could take of Natosi.  He would help her as much as he could but there was only one place he could leave the child safely and that was with his parents.  However, now was not the time to start dwelling on the matter.  There was still some hope that Ruth would make it.
     
    "I'll do the best I can," he replied.
     
    Seemingly satisfied with his response for now, Ruth closed her eyes and slowly went back to sleep.  Pulling the blanket back over her, Mike made his way back to his own makeshift bed.
     
    TBC
  3. Mike Wentworth
    Mike stood near the entrance of the hut as he watched the young girl and her mother.  He had done all he could for the injured woman, and he hoped it would be enough until he got her to a doctor.  As for the child, Natosi, she had left the spot she had been hiding in, shortly after Sam had left with the body.
     
    As if on cue, Sam came inside.  "I found the mule and buried the body," he whispered, "There was another grave."
     
    Turning to look at his brother, Mike frowned, "Another missing piece to add the puzzle, I guess."
     
    Sam nodded, "Yep.  As for the puzzle pieces we do have, what's next?"
     
    "We have to get her to a doctor and the sooner the better," Mike answered, "I've been thinking it over and Kalispell is nearer if we cut through part of Evergreen to get back into Lost Lake territory and head across the Redmond farm."
     
    "Cut through Evergreen?" Sam looked over to where the woman was and sighed,  "I guess we have no choice.  I'll go start building a travois>"
     
    Thankful that Sam knew what to do, Mike ventured back to bed and kneeled down.  Smiling at Natosi, who looked at him with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, Mike told her it would be all right.  He wasn't sure if Natosi understood what he had said but as soon as that thought had come out, her mother answered, "She knows.  I taught her how to speak English."
     
    "That's good.  She's going to need to know how to care of you when we get to Kalispell."
     
    The woman smiled weakly, "Yes, she will need to know...and so do you.  I have much to tell you but first my name was or is Ruth Masters."
     
    "My name is Mike Wentworth and the fellow with me is my brother, Sam."
     
    Ruth smiled again, "Ahh...Mike...Michael as in the archangel.  Maybe you have come because you have been sent."
     
    "Maybe I was," Mike replied.
     
    TBC
     
  4. Mike Wentworth
    As he entered the structure Mike almost tripped over something.  Looking down, he saw it was the legs of a large man who was obviously dead.  Mike turn his gazed forwards and in the dimly lit room he could see that part of it extended into a natural crevice in the rock wall.  There was a makeshift bed and lying on top of it was a woman, who was dressed in buckskins with a fur blanket wrapped over her legs.  However, the thing he really noticed about her was that she had a rifle aimed at him.
     
    Pausing for a moment, Mike put down his rifle and raised his hands, "It's all right.  We heard the shots and..."
     
    Before he could go on, the woman slumped and dropped her own gun.  Mike rushed over to her and found that the woman, although tanned from being out in the sun a lot, was not an Indian, as he originally thought she was but white.  He could also, see that there was blood coming from her lower abdomen.  After he helped her to lie down, he began to look for something to stop the bleeding.
     
    Meanwhile, Sam had entered the hut and had managed to find the light source which was a small fire on the far side.  The hut was larger than it seemed thanks to the crevice, which Sam thought was more like a cave. Seeing that there was a pile of wood not far from the fire, he went over and began placing what there in the pile onto the fire.  As the fire grew larger, it was then he saw something behind it.  Making his way to the other side, so that he could take a better look, he was surprised to find a young girl.  He couldn't work out how old she was as she was huddled in the corner of the hut, but he surmised she was no more than ten years.
     
    Not knowing how to approach the girl, he decided to leave her alone for now.  Going back over to his brother, who had by now found something to stop the bleeding.  Sam looked at the strips of material that were now on the bed and then over to the body which was now half naked at the top, "I guess he didn't have a use for the shirt."
     
    "No, he didn't," Mike answered, "Looks like some sort of mountain man, maybe he has a mule around here somewhere."
     
    Sam nodded, "I'll take a look and I'll also get rid of that but there's something you should know.  Over in the corner, there's a girl."
     
    At the mention of the girl, the woman lying on the bed, roused a little and mumbled, "Natosi."
     
    TBC
  5. Mike Wentworth
    Mature Content: No
    With: Mike Wentworth and others
    Location: Add specific location information here.
    When: Late May 1876
    Time of Day: Late morning
     

     
    The day had turned out better than expected.  After some rains clouds that had eventually come to nothing, it was bright, clear and a not too hot late spring day.  The better part of the morning had been spent chasing some strays who had wandered in the foothills located on the north west of Lost Lake Ranch.  They were gathering a herd to drive down to Fort Somers, and this was the last of the bunch.  Mike, along with his brother Sam, Stan Iverson and a couple of other hands had nearly finished when they heard the gunshots.
     
    Sam rode over to where Mike was now trying to work out from which direction they had come.  "Sounds like they came from further up the mountain.  Think we should check."
     
    Initially, Mike thought it might be some trappers or hunters and since they were in an area that was not in the Lost Lake Ranch confines, he was happy to let whoever it was go about their business.  Besides, they had plenty of work to do with getting the stray cattle back into Lost Lake territory before they headed towards Evergreen, a few miles east of their location.
     
    Before he could answer, another shot rang out.  Seeing the concerned look on Sam's face, Mike reluctantly nodded, "All right, we'll go and check."
     
    He waved at Stan to come over.  When the ranch hand arrived, Mike gave him orders to start getting the cattle they had found back to the ranch.  "We'll ride for about 10-15 minutes, turn around and catch up. Besides, we might find a few more strays so it won't hurt to find out where those shots came from."
     
    After Stan had left, Mike and Sam began the ride slowly up the mountain.  Thankfully, it was a gradual climb and not too steep.  Even though it was heavily wooded in some places, they managed to find a path.  Just as they were nearing the end of the search, they came upon a ramshackle building.  Mike didn't know whether to called it a cabin or a hut as it had been no doubt hastily constructed to spend the winter in.  It was made mainly out of branches and pine needles resting up against some large rocks which formed part of the mountainside.  There was door or something that resembled one that was hanging precariously off some rope which had tied it to the structure.
     
    Not knowing what to expect, both Mike and Sam got off their horses and pulled their rifles from their scabbards.  They gave each other a knowing look and then slowly made their way to the hut.
     
    TBC
     
  6. Mike Wentworth
    "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.
     
    @Javia @Wayfarer @Bailey
  7. Mike Wentworth
    "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?"
     
    @Wayfarer
  8. Mike Wentworth
    "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."
     
    @Wayfarer
  9. Mike Wentworth
    "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.
  10. Mike Wentworth
    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."
     
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