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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

Player Notes

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    Eye Color
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Recent Posts

  1. Mike Wentworth
    "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 will 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, that includes me," 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.
  2. Mike Wentworth
    "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."
  3. Mike Wentworth
    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."
  4. Mike Wentworth
    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?"
  5. Mike Wentworth
    Mike shifted a little.  He wasn't quite sure what to say.  The disaster at Whitefish was unexpected and there had been a lot people needing help that day.  In fact, those few days were now a bit of blur as he had already forgotten most of it and had moved on to other things.  The young girl was apparently one of those he had rescued, and since he did want to to disappoint or make her upset, he just smiled graciously and tipped his hat, "It was the least I could do in the situation, ma'am. I'm glad to see that you have recovered from your ordeal."
     
    Looking over to Clara, he smiled at her, "It's nice to see you again, Miss Clara.  When I heard you had taken a job at the Lick Skillet, I was surprised and I wasn't the only one.  In fact, it was the talk of the bunkhouse for about a week.  Most of the hands thought you were content with teaching the Thornton children.  No-one expected you to leave."
     
    @Wayfarer @Javia
  6. Mike Wentworth
    Mike stepped out of the General Store and walked towards the buckboard that was parked out front.  It had been a long winter and he was glad to be back working outside.  They had just finished the spring roundup and it was time to tackle the repairs the ranch needed.  There were fences and line shacks to be repaired but they needed the materials to get it done.  He was in town getting what he could and ordering the rest.  Now, that the snows were melting, the freight wagons were back on schedule.
     
    Pulling out his notebook and pencil which had the list of supplies that he had to get, he checked the wagon and ticked off each item that had already been loaded.  Dan Wilson, the general store owner was still finishing off the order.  Sam, who had come into town with him was also in the store talking with a townsman about the upcoming elections.  Seeing that all was well with the load so far, Mike started to head back into the store, trying to remember the name of the man, Sam was talking to.  He had been too pre-occupied with making sure the orders were being taken down, that he had failed to take notice of what his brother had said.  Usually, he paid attention to these things but today he was busier than usual due to the large amount of supplies they to get and the limited time to get it done since the days still short.
     
    As he turned to go back in, he heard a loud cry.  Looking around to see where it came from, he was perplexed as the people around him hadn't seemed to notice or if they did, they had ignored it.  Shrugging his shoulders, he was about to give up when he saw Clara approaching the store with some girl clinging to her arm.
     
    @Wayfarer @Javia
  7. Mike Wentworth
    Mike smiled, "I don't think there is any defenceless about you ma'am.  I would be proud to have you by my side in any gunfight."
     
    As the lady ushered him away, Mike took one last look at the girl he had rescued.  She had lost consciousness before he had the chance to find out what her name was.  Later on, when this was all over and they were back in Kalispell, he intended to check all the people he had helped today and knowing what her name was would make it easier.
     
    Knowing that someone was now taking care of the girl, he headed on out of the church to find others who needed his help.  He had only gone a few steps when he felt a tap on his shoulder.  Turning around, he saw that it was Sam.  "Where did you come from?"
     
    "I was inside the church when I saw come in with that girl and ol' Nellie Miggins shooing you out," Sam said, "She's a caution ain't she?"
     
    "That she is," Mike replied, "and I wouldn't want to tangle with her.  Besides she helped me out with that kid I bought in, So brother, let's go and find someone else who needs rescuing."
     
    Sam nodded in agreement and the both of them went back to work.
  8. Mike Wentworth
    As the girl sagged in his arms, Mike held her.  Even though she was trying to be brave, her body was now starting to feel the impact of what happened.  Picking her up, he carried her the remainder of the way to the church.
     
    Upon entering the building, he took her over to a makeshift fire that had been built on a piece of iron that someone had dragged inside.   He could see all the injured that had been rescued so far and the room was a hive of activity. Seeing a spare spot near the fire, he gently placed the girl down.
     
    As he straightened himself, he searched to see if he could find someone to help. Looking down at Arabella, he smiled as he remembered her earlier remark, "Don't worry about proper introductions, we can do that later when we have time but first we have to get you taken care off.  By the way, my name is Mike."
     
    @Javia
     
     
  9. Mike Wentworth
    "I don't know for sure, but as you can see it was bad," Mike answered solemnly.  It was obvious that there had been a fire but how it started, no-one knew for sure.  People were talking during the rescues as they went from one location to another, or as they picked up timbers to get at those below.  Various things were being said and some of them weren't very good.  Even if Whitefish had a reputation for being a stronghold for those on the other side of law, there were at lot of people that were just unlucky to end up here, like the girl he was helping.
     
    Wrapping his arm around, he looked down at her, "All right let's see if we can get you to a safe and warm spot. The church isn't that far away, so that would be our best bet."
     
    Slowly, he began to guide the girl through the deep snow, avoiding any burnt timbers, what was left of wagons that were in the street and those who were helping with the rescue.  When they were about halfway, Mike stopped and smiled, "How you are feeling?"
     
    @Javia
  10. Mike Wentworth
    "You look pretty good to me," Mike replied, thankful that the girl wasn't badly injured and seemed to be okay.  He had already seen enough pain and sorrow to last a lifetime with the people he had already helped.  Some, like the girl, would eventually recover but for others it would be a long time before their injuries would heal, if ever.
     
    As he helped the girl up, he kept an eye out just in case.  For all he knew, her bravado was masking her pain and it could hit her at any minute, especially as she got warmer.  He motioned to another man nearby who was carrying blankets.  The man quickly came over and gave him a blanket, before going over to another victim.  After wrapping the blanket around the girl, he began to rub her arms vigorously in order to help get her circulation going.
     
    A few minutes later he could see some colour coming back into her face.  There wasn't much he could do for her now except to see that she made it a place where she could get warm.  He knew that would be a couple of fires burning to keep those who had been rescued warm but he wasn't sure where they were exactly as he had been busy with getting people out from under the wreckage of buildings.
     
    Feeling a bit frustrated and knowing that he would have to get her to one of those fires, he looked at the girl, "Are you able to walk?
     
    @Javia

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