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.
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.
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."
"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?"
"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?
Mike raised his eyebrows. The poor thing was really struggling both mentally and physically. Part of him wanted to correct the girl and tell her that had spent most of his life in the north but he decided not to.
"Hey, don't worry...it'll be okay," Mike said calmly, "It will hurt for a little bit but I promise you it will be much better later on and I'll stay here until they get those beams off you."
Moving into a better position he wrapped his arms around so that she would stay still as the men lifted the beams off as there was no telling how severely injured she was in the lower half of her body. When he was satisfied that he had a secure hold on her, he nodded to the men to start lifting the beams.
It took Mike a few minutes to stop the girl from thrashing about as he tried to do it in a way that would make things worse then they already were. While he was doing this, Ben returned with some men and a woman who upon seeing that Mike was trying to settle the girl, knelt down. She told Mike that the girl's airway needed to be cleared so that she could breathe properly.
Mike quickly nodded as he was still in the process of getting the girl to calm down. As he held the girl down, the woman proceeded to clean the airway.
As soon as the girl began to convulse, Mike let go of her shoulders. The next thing he knew was that the poor thing was throwing up all over the woman who had been helping her. Standing up the woman, looked down in dismay at what had landed on her skirt and the snow surrounding it. Quickly, she turned around and headed off somewhere, presumably where she could clean her dress, Mike didn't know for certain as he was to busy watching the men remove the beams.
The question came out of nowhere and surprised him a little. It was good to know that girl was at least coherent, even if she was a bit muddled. He smiled as he looked down at her, "No ma,am. I'm from Washington D.C."
Mike looked in the direction where the girl's head laid to see if it was still above the snowline. Seeing that it was starting to sink again, he stopped his pulling the planks off the rest of her body and immediately lifted it back up again. He was kneeling in the snow and so he rested her head on his lap to prevent it going back down again.
Looking around, he could see that most were busy clearing and searching the wreckage. Seeing one of the ranch hands, he called out to him, "Ben, get over here."
Ben immediately turned and saw Mike there sitting in the snow. Seeing that he was cradling someone's head, he rushed over and saw that she was trapped under a pile of timber which included a couple of larger beams. He started removing the pieces that he could.
As Mike watched Ben, he also periodically checked on the girl, who was showing signs of consciousness. After a few minutes, Ben had removed all he could on his own and told Mike he would go and find some men to help remove the larger ones.
While he waited for Ben and the others to return, Mike remembered something about how those who were coming in and out of consciousness could hear you speaking. "Everything's going to be fine, miss. It'll be just a few more minutes and we'll have you out of here."
As Mike lead the Lost Lake riders, his mind drifted back to when he had first heard of the disaster...
"There you go gentlemen, a royal flush," Mike said with a smile as he put down his cards. It was too bad that they were only paying with matchsticks or he'd would have most of the wages of the men he was playing poker with. There wasn't much to do on days like this except the odd chores that involved taking care of animals or chopping wood. Besides the men would need any money they did get to buy clothes to keep them warm as this winter was turning out to be one of the worse he had seen in years.
Just as Mike was scooping up his winnings, a loud banging on the door surprised everyone. Stan told Marty that it was his turn to open the door, a job no-one really wanted to do as the cold air was just that. Marty got off his bunk and wrapped his blanket tightly around him. He grumble something about how he thought it was Sam's turn and not his. Opening the door, wide enough to let whoever it was in and keep the cold, Marty was taken aback, "What the heck? I thought you would be in town by now."
The young hand, whose name was Pete, shook his head, "So did I but...well there's no easy way of saying this. There are bodies out there just lying in the snow on the trail to Whitefish."
Mike got up and went over to the man, "What do you mean by bodies?"
Pete went over to the stove to get warm, "Bodies...men, women, and even little kids. It was bad. I told Mr. Cantrell about it and he said to get someone to ride into town to find out what was going on."
Sam grabbed his gloves, "I'll go. Matt or Hannah will know something,"
Mike nodded, "All right, but take it easy the snow will be piled high enough to make it difficult."
After Sam had left, Mike turned his attention back to Pete, "Was there anything else?"
Pete nodded, "Yeah, Mr. Cantrell said he wanted you up at the house."
Just before he headed into his quarters, Mike went over to Stan, "Make sure the men are ready to ride just in case."
"You bet," Stan replied.
When he had gotten his coat, hat, scarf and gloves, Mike had made his way up to the main house where he waited until Sam returned. It had taken a few hours but Sam came back with the news of the disaster that befallen Whitefish. Not long after, a group from Lost Lake were on their way to help.
@Longshot (or anyone else who feels the need to jump in)
"We might have to hire a few more men if we get the extra work," Mike answered, "It will be something that will have to be done sometime next year depending on when this new fort gets built. I don't see them requiring anything extra until that is taken care of."
He mused for a moment about the two people he had just met briefly, "What did your friend mean by good luck with Miss... or is it Mrs. Mercer?"
Shade tapped his pencil on the paperwork in front of him as he considered Mike's comments regarding hiring more hands. He also wanted to think about how much to tell him regarding Harriet's role at the ranch and their off-again-on-again issues. "You're right, of course. No need to winter extra hands since we have already downsized the herd in preparation for next spring's calving season. They won't get much work done on the fort until then either. Still, won't hurt to get contracts in place."
Looking up from the papers, Shade regarded Mike steadily, "H.G. Mercer and Associates are the ranch's legal firm. Harriet was the attorney for my older brother and his wife, Quentin's sister, Regina. She was also a good friend to them. When Chance and Regina remade their wills naming me and Quentin in them, Harriet naturally did extensive research on us. She did not like some of what she found. Then, on top of that, when we first arrived, there was an attempt by someone to take custody of my niece and nephew so the Judge put Harriet in to oversee the terms of the custody agreement. She is very good at what she does and a business hawk. I trust she'll always act with the twins' best interest at heart and I respect her."
Shade stopped and chuckled at his atypically long speech, "I even grudgingly like her...some of the time. However, Harriet and Quentin have been known to squabble like an old married couple. From what I've seen of Harriet, under that veneer of culture and high-society, there is a tigress with a spine of pure steel who doesn't back down or back off. I'd prefer to have her on our side than opposing us."
"I know the type. Growing up in Washington, I got to see a lot of people like Miss Mercer," he smiled. "Although from what you tell me she sounds like she is more honest than ambitious. I like honesty in a person. Someone who says what they mean and means what they say."
"Harriet's as honest as they come. She doesn't play games and says what she means," Shade affirmed. "Like you, I like people to be straight up with me even if I might not appreciate it at the time." He leaned back and closed the folder on the papers in front of him. "We're good, Mike. Judge said the ranch had to show at least a three-percent increase in profits and we're at nearly five-percent. We should have the numbers from the drives in a couple of days which will set us up for laying in some extra winter feed."
"That'll be fine. I feel better knowing that if we have a bad winter that there will be plenty of feed on hand." He pulled out his pocket watch, "It's getting near sundown and I need to go and check on that horse in the barn that tore its tendon the other day."
Mike went over to the table where he had left his hat, "Is there anything else you want me to do?"
"No, Mike, we're good. Enjoy the rest of your day," Shade replied. He leaned back and relaxed as the other man took his leave. He put away the work he was doing, stood up and stretched. It was time to track Quentin down and see how much more information he could get out of the older man.
Mike lifted up his head from the ledger he had been perusing. He and Shade had started having a meeting at the end of each day to go over what happened during the day and work out what needed to be done on the next. They were meeting in the office just off the main entry, which Mike thought was nicely decorated and suited for the purpose.
The first voice was a woman's, followed quickly by a man's. They both sounded pretty impatient and eager to find his boss. He looked over to Shade, "Either they're friends of yours or you've got a security problem," he said with slight touch of humour in his voice.
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