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.
"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."
"Maybe you should let the lady know. You might find unexpected joy, if she receives it well. Tonight with the music and drinks is a very good opportunity....oh and sorry for listening. Your conversation was quite loud."
Mike turned to look at the newcomer to his and Quentin's conversation. He was about to say something when Quentin spoke up.
"I suppose both of you are right. Pardon me if I seek out much prettier company."
As he watched Quentin head off, Addy then replied.
"Hey, now! Jay went ta all that trouble ta get all gussied, an' he's about th' prettiest thing here, even if I do say so myself!"
"Seems in a powerful hurry, don't he?"
"He sure is," Mike answered with a grin of his own, "It looks like spring has well and truly sprung. Judging by what I've seen so far tonight, many young men's fancy has turned to love. I, however do not plan to be one of them."
He smiled at Jay and Addy not knowing if they recognise the line from Tennyson's poem. What he could see was something was brewing between these two judging by the way Addy had linked her arm with the man she was with.
"I think introductions are in order," he held out his hand, "Mike Wentworth."
"Sure is," Mike said as he shook his head slightly, "No thanks. I've never quite got the taste for those things but you go right ahead."
He took another glance around, "I see both Harriet and Sarah are very popular this evening. I'll probably have to get in line to have a dance with either of them besides, I think my brother, Matt has some ideas about Sarah and I wouldn't like to get in his way. However, Harriet is another matter."
Glancing sideways at Quentin, Mike wanted to see if there was any reaction from the man. It was no secret that both Quentin and Harriet were showing an interest in each other that was more than friendly. Even though no-one had actually said anything, it was obvious by the way the two of them acted around each other. The long winter had provided plenty of opportunity for the hands to mix with those who lived in the house and a person would have to be blind not to notice.
Looking back in the direction where Harriet was busy talking with a group of people, Mike nodded, "Now, that I think about I just might go and ask Miss Mercer for the next dance...unless you're planning to do so."
After hitching their horses, Mike and the rest of the Lost Lake hands surveyed their surroundings. The crowd was starting to build up and a couple of the hands headed over towards the tent where the beer was being served. A few of them headed over to where the food was. Some of them went inside leaving only Mike, Charlie and Marty to decide what to do.
After a minute or two, Marty tapped Mike on the arm and pointed towards the barn entrance. "Over there boss, a couple of the Evergreen crew. Remember them from that fight last year at the fair."
Even though it happened before he had arrived in Kalispell, Mike had heard what had happened last summer. He also knew the story behind the so-called feud between Evergreen and Lost Lake. "Okay, just make sure you and the others stay clear of them."
"Oh, I plan to...otherwise all bets will be off and I intend to win this time," Marty replied before heading off to warn his friends.
Mike turned to Charlie, "Speaking of bets. What time did you put down?"
Charlie, seemed to be distracted by something over where the food was being served, quickly turned his attention back to his brother, "Nine thirty."
Mike smiled, "Isn't that a bit optimistic?"
Shaking his head, Charlie answered, "From what I hear it isn't. Besides Sam put down nine forty-five."
"I suppose you could be right but I'm hoping you're not. Wouldn't mind winning that pot myself." Taking one last good look at what was going on, Mike straightened his jacket, "I think I'll head inside and try my luck there. I'll see you later."
He patted Charlie on the back before walking towards the barn.
"That's it. The main thing is to remember that you're representing Lost Lake," Mike looked around the room. He had just given the hands who were going to the dance a quick talk about being on their best behaviour. The hands who had been at the ranch for a long time knew this, so it was mainly for the benefit of those who had just joined up.
Before letting the men go, there was something else he had do to. "However, there's one more thing that needs to be taken care of." His gaze fell upon two of the hands, Marty Smith and Ben Hall. "Okay, where's the book?"
Ben and Marty quickly glanced at each other and then back to Mike. Marty was the first to speak, "What book?"
Mike took a deep breath, "The one that you've been recording the bets in."
"Ohhh...that one," Ben replied, "Marty's got it."
Marty feebly smiled. "Ummm...yeah I've got it," he said reluctantly, "but it's not what you think it is."
"I don't think anything...yet. I just want to know where it is and why?"
"That's easy. Every time there's some sort of big event in town, it always happens. So, we figured that we would make it more interesting this time." Ben paused for a moment, "Say, how did you find out anyway?" He peaked sideways at the two he thought might have said something.
Sam stood up and casually pointed to Charlie who was next to him, "Don't look at us. Just because he's our brother doesn't mean we tell him everything."
"Ain't that the truth," Charlie interjected.
After a brief glaring glance at his brothers, Mike returned his attention to Marty and Ben. "I overheard some of the men talking about it in the barn the other day.
Seeing that Marty and Ben was at a loss as what to say next, Mike smiled, "What I was wondering was if you were ever going to get around to asking me if I would be interested." He paused before going on, "Is eleven o'clock free?"
A quick look of surprised appeared on Marty's face, before he scramble to take the book out of his inside coat pocket and finding the relevant page, "Yeah, it's free."
"Put me down for that time."
"Sure thing boss," Marty scribble down Mike's name, "You're down for the first fight to start around eleven. The winner'll be the person who's closest and they'll take the entire pot. Only rule is that none of us can start a fight. If that happens then all bets are off."
"Sounds good to me," Mike replied, "Now, that we've got that all cleared up, how 'bout we get going."
A few minutes later, the hands of Lost Lake were on their way to the Spring Dance.
"We know that there's four of you who don't want go to the dance but there are still twelve that do. Since we need another four to stay behind the only way to do this fairly is by lottery."
Mike looked over at the hands gathered in the bunkhouse. The annual Spring Dance was a popular affair and most of the men were eager to go. He could see that they were all in agreement about whether or not they go would be a game of chance. He picked up the upturned hat that was on the table. "Inside this hat are twelve pieces of paper. Four of them have a cross on it. If you get one of those you're staying behind."
Ben raised his hand, "You part of this too?"
"Yes, me included," Mike answered in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Afterwards if you want to negotiate with one another than that's up to you."
As the men made their pick from the hat, the reactions to what they got ranged from joy to displeasure. Charlie, who even though still doing chores around the main house had already started his training, smiled as he looked at his piece of paper. He glanced over at Sam, who had obviously drawn one of the pieces with a cross on it. Seeing that Charlie was going, Sam got up but before he even reached his brother, Charlie put a hand up, "I'll save you the trouble. There's no way I'm giving this one away."
Sam frowned before going over to Mike. "Well?"
Mike smiled, "Sorry, it's a no from me as well."
After a few minutes, Mike raised his voice, "All right, men. Now that we've got that sorted out, it's time for those of you on duty tonight to get out there. Don't want ole Sage thinking that we've gone and forgotten all about him. Remember, to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity."
The men who had been assigned night duty, left the bunkhouse with a few of them trying to wrangle a deal that would let them go to the dance. Those left behind spent the remainder of the evening catching up on their mending or socialising with the others.
"Oh yes, I do too, I need to get back to work soon at the diner. Nice talking to you, Mr. Wentworth. Please give my regards to those at the ranch, I do miss them. Most of them," Clara now seized on the opening to make her own strategic retreat.
"And a good day to you Miss Clara," Mike answered as he tipped his hat towards her.
Turning back to the other girl, Mike saw that she had extended her hand as she thanked him. Shaking her hand was a more safer option than the one she had presented him earlier, he took and gave it a slight sake before letting it go.
He was about to say goodbye, when his brother Sam came out, "Mike, Mr. Wilson's finished putting the last of that order together."
"Thanks," he replied, feeling a bit relieved that he could now depart with a more plausible reason. Smiling, he turned to Arabella, "It's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance and once again I'm glad to see that you have recovered from your ordeal."
Mike pretended not to see the hand offered in what he suspected, waiting for him to bestowed a kiss upon it. Growing up in Washington D.C. society, he knew that a kiss on the hand could be interpreted in a number of ways. Due to the experiences he had had in the past, he had made up his mind long ago that the only women, whose hands he would be kissed would those he was romantically inclined towards and Miss Mudd was not one of them. Instead he opted for a half bow, hoping that would satisfy the girl. "It's nice to finally know your name."
Your wife? Raising an eyebrow, Mike was about to say something when she suddenly invited Clara to come and inspect the goods he had in the wagon. Then she was chattering about where she worked and what she did there. There was some mention about him not drinking spirits, which was sort of true. He preferred beer but now and then he would have a whiskey when he felt like having something stronger. Somehow, it was beginning to look like one of those times. Looking over at Clara, he suspected that if she had been old enough, she probably would have one herself.
Part of him wanted to tell her yes but since he was raised to be a gentleman, he shook his head slightly, "No, Miss Mudd, I think you have an unique way of saying things."
In a way it was the truth but since he probably wouldn't be seeing her again any time soon, he thought that her behaviour might be a result of the ordeal she had been through. If her prattling on was a way to deal with what happened then he didn't right in making her upset. Hopefully, the people at the Stardust would help her out.
Knowing that time was running short and that he needed to start heading back to Lost Lake, he smiled graciously, "Well, I hate to cut our time short, Miss Clara and Miss Mudd, but I do have to get the rest of the supplies loaded."
Sampler? Knight in shining armour? Mike frowned before quickly schooling his features. He wasn't sure why the girl was going on about wanting to thank him or remember the event. What he done, he would have done for anybody who was in trouble. "There's no need to thank me, miss. I only did what I had to do."
The girl then turned to Clara and asked her for an introduction. Seeing that Clara was starting to get annoyed, or maybe she already was, he couldn't really tell as Clara was always very serious and sensible, he decided to save her the trouble and introduce himself. It had a been a while since he had formally presented himself to anyone, he simply tipped his hat again and smiled, "Mr. Michael Wentworth, at your service, Miss?"
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.
Connect With Us On
If you would like to join the Sagas' Discord server or are already a member, click the image to open the Discord web application.