Slightly muscular build due to the nature of his job. Dresses like a typical ranch hand.
Get his looks and colouring from his mother's side of the family.
Traits & Characteristics
Reliable and patient
Imaginative and observant
Loyal and hard working
Can take things too personally
Represses his feelings sometimes
Can be too altruistic at times
Reluctant to change
Just like his brothers, he can be a bit of ladies man at times.
Various jobs such as blacksmith, shop assistant, livery stable attendant and other professions for 4 years
Ranch Hand at a ranch outside North Platte, Nebraska (5 years)
Experienced ranch hand. Good at roping cattle.
Aliases / Nicknames
Previous: Washington D.C.; North Platte, Nebraska
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)
Michael Robert Wentworth (born 1843)
Charles Albert Wentworth Jr. (born 1855)
Mary Alice Wentworth Barlow (born 1850)
December 1845 - May 1864
Childhood living and going to school in Washington D.C. However, instead of going to Yale like his father wanted, he instead enlists in the Union Army the day after he graduates from high school due to his long-held belief that he should be out there supporting and fighting for his country.
May 1864 - July 1864
Spends the Civil War fighting with various companies and eventually rises to the rank of sergeant. He leaves the army at the end of July 1864 and heads out west to find his fortune.
August 1864 - January 1870
Travels to various places trying to find out what he wants to do and decides that being a ranch hand is it.
January 1870 - August 1875
Ends up in a ranch outside North Platte, Nebraska where he learns to become a ranch hand. When his brother Charlie turns up, Sam is supportive and knows that when their father finds out it won't be good. Wanting to protect Charlie (and in a way himself), they both head off to join their brother Mike with the belief that there is safety in numbers.
Sometimes referred to (jokingly) by his brothers as "the black sheep" in the family due to his different hair colour.
"And a good day to you Miss Redmond," Sam replied sincerely.
As the young lady walked away, Sam turned to his brother, "Well, you've really done it this time, Charlie. Mike warned you while we were on the trail to watch how much you drink."
Charlie nodded, "Yeah I know. Guess I'm in for it now."
"'Fraid so. You have to learn the same lesson me, Mike and Matt did. Our father may be many things but this is one good thing he did teach us. Us Wentworth men have our limits. I don't know why we react the way we do when we drink too much but for some reason we lose all sense of propriety and if we let it go too far, we can be downright mean."
A frown appeared on Charlie's face, "Mean?"
Sam sighed, "It's a long story. We went through it and we aim to make sure you don't. But for now, let's go back inside and get a good cup of black coffee down you."
Charlie looked at Sam for a moment, not sure what to say. For now he would do as he was told and he started to make his way back inside.
Standing and watching Charlie go in, Sam remembered the time when he had found out about his family's particular weakness. The doctors that had been consulted over the years offered no real answers. It wasn't just the usual affects of alcohol that most people had when they got drunk, it was something more where they were concerned. Until, they knew more, the Wentworth's had to work out what each of their limits were.
For him, he knew the limit was three. He was a little bit younger than Charile amd it was at Thanksgiving. On this particular night, he was out with friends, going from bar to bar. The more he drank, the bolder and meaner he got. From what he could gather later on, the night had almost ended in him killing one of his friends. Fortunately, both Mike and Matt who were home on visit had somehow gotten wind of what was going and rescued him just in time. After that, his father had told him that they had hoped that whatever it was that caused him to act the way he did was in all of them. Knowing that one day, Charlie might have to face the same thing, they all agreed to work together to prevent. It was one of the rare times, that their father was working with them instead of against them.
Seeing the way, Charlie was acting towards Miss Redmond, had thrown up warning flags. He might have been over-reacting but he didn't care. There was no way in hell, that Charlie was going to through what he did. Mike and Matt would be total agreeance with him. Hopefully, Mike would be back soon with news about work. The sooner they got Charlie away from town, the better as he would need time to think about what he would be learning very soon.
@Wayfarer (you can jump in and finish off with Clara's thoughts/response or just leave it here)
"Nice to meet you, Miss Redmond. My name is Sam Wentworth and this is my brother Charlie."
As he glanced at this brother, his face showed his disappointment. Even though they all liked a drink, each of them had learned what their limits were early on. Now, it was Charlie's turn and he was finding out the hard way. His attitude towards the young lady was being fuelled by the amount of liquor he had been drinking. Sam knew this because he had almost been the same way when he was Charlie's age. Both Matt and Mike had been around and had helped him to work out that any more than three drinks would bring out the worse in him.
Self-control was something Charlie was in lack of at the moment. It was going to be a hard lesson for him to learn but he would do it. Once again, turning his attention to Clara, Sam smiled, "Miss Redmond, if you ever come across my brother in this state again, please let me or one of my other brothers know. It would help us out greatly."
Sam laughed a little at the black sheep remark. His brothers had always called him that because of his hair colour was different to the rest of them. Hearing Charlie being called one as well, made him feel good. "Well ma'am, my brother here has been called many things, but I think black sheep is undoubtedly the most appropriate under the circumstances."
"Your father sounds like a good and honest man to me. I hope I get the pleasure of meeting him one day." He tightened the grip on Charlie's arm. "For now, I think my stubborn brother should be taught a lesson in manners."
Charlie turned his head to face his brother. Whatever it was Sam was thinking, he didn't like it and it would probably involve Matt and Mike. "Aww c'mon Sam I meant no harm. I was just expressing my opinion."
"Expressing your opinion? Well, younger brother you have a lot to learn on that account." Turning his attention back to Clara, he smiled, "It seems my brother is in need of a keeper. I can assure you that the next time you see him, he will apologise for his loutish behaviour."
It was at this point in time, Sam decided to step in. He was coming back to the hotel when he saw Charlie come out on and address the young lady. At first he couldn't make out what they were talking to each other about but as he drew closer he realised that his brother was saying too much. The boy still hadn't learned enough to control his tongue, especially when he was intoxicated.
Walking up to them, he tipped his hat at Clara. "Pardon me, miss but I think it's time for my brother to apologise."
Charlie blinked, "Apologise for what?"
Sam grabbed his brother by the arm, and squeezed it tightly which resulted in Charlie letting out a squeal. "My brother regrets anything he might have said to offend and he wishes to apologise."
"No I don't," Charlie said as he shook his head. There was no way he was going to back and down from either of them.
"Yes you do," Sam replied. Looking at Clara, he smiled, "I can assure that the rest of our family aren't as ill-mannered as my younger brother is. "
Sam leaned back in his chair and took a good look around the hotel bar. "Well, I have to admit that you've got a real nice place here."
He smiled before continuing, "So... what's the competition like?"
Matt raised an eyebrow at the dig his brother was attempting. "There's a saloon just down the street called The Stardust. It's not too bad and I've met one of the owners, Matilda Devereau."
When he heard the name of the woman, Sam sat up straight, "Sounds like an interesting place. I'll have to make sure I drop in sometime."
"If you do, you better watch out for her partner, Ralph Flandry. As far as I know they aren't romantically linked but she is his friend. Flandry can be a bit protective of those he likes."
Knowing what Matt was getting at Sam nodded, "No need to worry about that, I had good lesson a couple of years back."
Mike put down his whiskey after taking a sip, "I remember you telling me about that." He turned to Matt, "I'm guessing that in town like this there would be a few people watching the back of others."
"There sure is." Matt then began to tell his brothers about the town.
As he listened to his brother, Sam thought about how it could be possible to set down roots here. The town as a whole sounded like a nice place and it was fairly new compared to other places he had been. There was plenty of land out here to start his own ranch and maybe a family. Even though he had flirted with many woman, one day he knew meet the right one and that would be that. Until then, he thought it was solemn duty to at least get to know as many women as he could. If he had some fun along the way, then that would just fine and dandy.
Sam stretched a little before getting down on the blanket he had laid out on the ground. The night was clear, and he could hear an owl hooting in the distance. Thankfully the weather had been good for the last few days and he hoped that it would continue until they reached Kalispell. He didn't particularly relish the idea of riding in the rain or sleeping in it either.
The journey had been uneventful so far and he reckoned that they must be getting close to Virginia City which was located in the southern end of the Montana Territory. The trip from Medicine Bow had taken them along the Sweetwater River to South Pass. From there they had headed northwest following the Green River until they had reached Fremont Peak. Thinking that it was best to avoid the Crow Indians they headed over the mountains and into Idaho. They had stopped at Eagle Rock to replenish their supplies and to rest for a couple of days before starting out for Montana.
So far, it had been a long trip and there was still some way to go and he was beginning to think that Mike had underestimated how long it would take them to get to Kalispell. The mountains had slowed them down considerably and there were still more to come. Still it was worth it as they wouldn't be going any for a while especially with winter only a few months away.
He wondered how Matt would react when he saw them. Sure, he would be angry, but it wouldn't last. Matt was the one who understood most of all the reason why Charlie wanted to quit school. None of them wanted what their father had planned for them, but Matt had been the bravest of them all since he had been first to say no. Even though, their father's contempt for them grew with each son afterwards, it had been a bit easier as Mike and he had someone leading the way.
As his eyes started to close, Sam thought about Kalispell and what he was going to do when he got there. A smile crept slowly on his face as he drifted off.
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