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).
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
Past: Medicine Bow, Wyoming
Present: Kalispell, Montana
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.
"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.
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.
While approaching Kalispell from the south, Mike took the time to look around. They had passed by some small farms but nothing that would be large enough to hire any ranchhands but might be big enough to hire someone inexperienced like Charlie. He would prefer if he, Charlie and maybe Sam could all work on the same ranch but he knew that might not happen. The best option was that Charlie could be with him or Sam at any ranch who would take them both. The worst case scenario, was that Charlie could work for Matt.
A smile crept on his face at thought. It had been a long time since Matt had to look after any of them but he would do it. They were all the type to be there when family needed them and would come running at a moment's notice for any them, except, maybe for their father. Charles Wentworth Senior was a man who could look after himself and didn't need any help. To his father, his sons were a way and means to establish a stronghold in Washington, his own dynasty. Now, that Charlie had rejected the plan, what would happen next would be anybody's guess.
As they got nearer, to the town, Mike noticed a few houses that formed the start of the main street in town. Matt's hotel would be somewhere nearby and probably easy to spot. Looking ahead, he could see a few large buildings indicating that they were about to enter the main part of town. Turning around in the saddle, he saw his two brothers had slowed down and were admiring a couple of young ladies who were exiting one of the homes.
Shaking his head, he motioned to them, "C'mon, you two."
Mike checked his saddle and things to make that they were secured. He hadn't accumulated much during his time in Medicine Bow - only enough to fit in the small carpet bag that was hooked onto the horn of his saddle. It was a little bit sad to be leaving the place where he had finally settled down after a years of fighting in the war and then going from one ranch to another to learn his trade. His family needed him and in a way he needed his family. Maybe this was a good thing and in Kalispell they could find a ranch where all three of them could work together.
He smiled as he remembered his boss telling him that if he ever changed his mind there would be a place for him here. Over the years, he had risen to the position of foreman and so going back to being just a normal ranch hand again was something he was going to have to get used to. Still, he kept going back to the thought that he would be with his family again, especially his older brother, Matt.
When Matt had gotten up the courage to tell their father no to being a lawyer, the relief he felt was immense. He had dreaded the thought of going to college and ending up stuck in some stuffy job in a stuffy place like Washington. His dream was to be out in the open air doing what he wanted to and not what his father wanted him to do. So, he had gone through the motions of pleasing his father, so that he could be sent to Yale and out of his father's reach. Within weeks of arriving, he had quit and joined the army.
Over the years, he had gone home a few times to see his mother, sister, and brothers but those visits didn't last long due to the fact that sooner or later his father would bring up his displeasure and contempt of the course that his son's life had taken. The last time that they had all been together was Thanksgiving, five years ago and by then Sam had joined both him and Matt in the disobeying and rejection of their father's plans for each of them.
The last he had seen of Matt, was about six months ago when he was passing through Medicine Bow. It had been a brief visit of only a few hours while he waited for a stage to take him north to Montana. Matt had told him that he was heading up there to check out a few business prospects. About a month ago, he had received a telegram from Matt saying that he had bought a hotel in Kalispell and planned on staying there for a while. Thinking over the many places, Matt had been over the years, Mike hoped that this time his brother had finally found a place to make roots. Maybe, Kalispell was a place where they all could settle down where each of them could have a place of their own.
Pulling out his pocket watch, he checked the time and then looked around. In the distance, he could see his two brothers approaching. Taking off his hat, he waved it at them until they waved in return. After putting his hat back on his head and placing his watch back in his vest pocket, he got on his horse and made his way to them.
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