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Sam Wentworth

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About Sam Wentworth

  • Ranch Hand - Lost Lake Ranch

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Wayne Maunder
  • Full Name
    Samuel Martin Wentworth
  • Goes By
    Sam
  • Profession
    Ranch Hand
  • Position
    Lost Lake Ranch
  • Birth Date
    12/07/1845
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    6' 0"
  • Hair Color
    Dark Blonde
  • Eye Color
    Blue

Physical Description

Weight: 165 pounds

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.

 

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Traits & Characteristics

Strengths and Weaknesses (depending on the situation)

  • Supportive
  • Reliable and patient
  • Imaginative and observant
  • Enthusiastic
  • Loyal and hard working
  • Practical
  • Humble
  • Can take things too personally
  • Represses his feelings sometimes
  • Can be too altruistic at times

Just like his brothers, he can be a bit of ladies man at times.  He also admires/likes women who can look after themselves.

Employment

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)

Expertise

Experienced ranch hand.  Good at roping cattle.

Aliases / Nicknames

N/A

Residense(s)

Previous

  • Washington D.C.
  • North Platte, Nebraska

Present

  • Kalispell

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)
Michael Robert Wentworth (born 1843)

Charles Albert Wentworth Jr. (born 1855)

 

Sister
Mary Alice Wentworth Barlow (born 1850)

Life Events

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 1865

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 1865 - 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.

September 1875: Gets a job as a ranch hand at Lost Lake Ranch.

Character Notes

Sometimes referred to (jokingly) by his brothers as "the black sheep" in the family due to his different hair colour.

Player Notes

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    Hair Color
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    Eye Color
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    Playby
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    Goes By
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    Birth Date
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    Height
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    Hair Color
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    Eye Color
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    Goes By
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    Birth Date
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    Height
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    Hair Color
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    Eye Color
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    Birth Date
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    Height
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    Hair Color
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    Eye Color
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    Height
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    Hair Color
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    Eye Color
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Recent Posts

  1. Sam Wentworth
    As they were loading the buckboard with the rest of the supplies, Sam noticed that every time Mike went inside, the young girl he had seen early would stand transfixed watching his every move.  Mike seemed not to notice but that was understandable since he was busy making sure the order was correct and safely loaded.
     
    After everything had been loaded, Sam got up on to the seat and waited for Mike, who was talking to Mr. Wilson.  He could still see the mysterious girl every know and then look out the window with a look that he could only describe as admiration.  A smile crept on his face as he realised that his older brother had made a conquest.  It was still there when Mike boarded the wagon, "What's so funny," he asked.
     
    "Oh nothing," he said looking over to the window, "but I do think you should wave good-bye to your young friend."
     
    Mike looked over to the window and then back again to his brother, "She's still there? I suppose I'd better since I did save her life."
     
    "Saved her life?"
     
    "Yeah, apparently I rescued her from near death in Whitefish.  She thanked me earlier and she's probably still feeling a bit grateful."  Mike turned back to window, smiled, and waved before picking up the reins to start the horses moving.  "I hope that's the end of that."
     
    "The end?" Sam frowned before another smile formed on his face, "You know she is a tad young for you."
     
    The look Mike gave him, made Sam laugh out loud, "C'mon, how could you not see that she thinks you are her beautiful dreamer."
     
    Sam watched the scowl appear on Mike's face and he knew that his brother had noticed.  Also, mentioning his favourite song was a sure way of hitting a nerve.  Deep down, they both knew that it was friendly ribbing but still he could see that Mike wasn't happy about the prospect of having an unwanted admirer.  After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up, "It can't be that bad."
     
    Mike shook his head slightly, "I don't know for sure but one thing I do know is that I aim to avoid Miss Arabella Mudd as much as I can until her feelings of gratitude towards me subside."
  2. Sam Wentworth
    Sam stepped inside and as he took off his hat, he could smell the food cooking.  It smelled mighty good to him and definitely better than Dan was capable of doing in the bunkhouse.  He turned to look at Hannah to say something and that's when he noticed that she was wearing a dress.  It confirmed what he already said earlier about her being beautiful.  Now that she was looking more like a woman, he was beginning to have other thoughts.
     
    Mentally he shook his head.  Now was not the time to go down that track, especially when her father was probably nearby, so he decided to go back to his first thought.  "I haven't smelled cooking like this in ages.  My compliments to the chef," he remarked as he gave her a wide smile.
     
    "You will have to pass the compliment on at dinner. Papa started the stew. I'm just putting it all together in a shepherd's pie," Hannah replied with a lighthearted note in her voice. "Since he retired from the Marshal's office, he's become quite a cook. Could all change if he wins the election." She sighed softly, "Lots of things will change then, I guess."
     
    "Maybe a change is a good thing.  It might give you time to do other things like travel or think about what you would really like to do. If I had stayed on the course originally planned for me, I wouldn't be here right now," Sam smiled, "Sometimes you make the changes and sometimes they just happen.  Just see it as an opportunity and you'll be fine."
     
    "Opportunities...I like the sound of that," Hannah replied, "Come on back to the kitchen while I finish up. I can get you a cold drink...tea or lemonade. Papa will be out in a few minutes." She led the way back to the kitchen so that she could finish up and put the meal into the oven for the crust to brown.
     
    "A lemonade will be fine," Sam replied.  Sitting down in one of the chairs, Sam took a quick look around the room and then returned his gaze to Hannah.  "I'm guessing that your Pa finds plenty of time to cook now that he's retired.  It must be hard a man who's been in a busy job like a town marshal to slow down and take things easy."
     
    "Very difficult after almost a lifetime in law enforcement. He's ready for the next thing though. Running for mayor and taking an interest in building this place up a bit. In fact, he's finishing up some work on his campaign speech and will be in soon," Hannah set a glass of lemonade on the table for Sam. After putting the shepherd's pie into the oven so the crust could brown, she poured herself a glass of tea and sat down also. "Right now, I feel like I am trying to ride two horses...future mayor's daughter and deputy marshal." Hannah shook her head and smiled, "I'm enjoying the challenges."
     
    Sam took a sip of the lemonade and smiled, "Personally, I think I would rather you be a future mayor's daughter.  It would have less complications."
     
    "Complications?" Hannah asked and raised her eyebrows in question, unsure of what he was referring to.
     
    Smiling, Sam leaned forward, "It would be far easier to court you if you were a future mayor's daughter and not the deputy marshal of Kalispell.  But since you are deputy marshal, I guess I will just have to find a way to overcome them."
     
    @Stormwolfe
     
    [OOC: After we get a tad further in their convo, I'll do a new Hannah reply 👍 and have "Dad" come in. - Dad can come in maybe after Hannah learns the reasons why Sam is interested in courting her.]
     
  3. Sam Wentworth
    Sam smiled, "A home cook meal sounds great.  There's only so much a bunk house cook can make so I will welcome having something different."
     
    Looking over at the horse, Sam noted that it wouldn't last much longer especially with the saddle still on.  Glancing over at Hannah, he also saw that she was starting to show signs of how hard the walk had been so far.  She might have to pretend to be tough in order to carry out her duties as a deputy sheriff but she was still a woman and he knew that they could be fragile creatures at times.
     
    "I think we should unsaddle your horse and leave your gear in a safe place as it doesn't look like he can handle much more.  You can leave a note saying that I'll be back later to take of it."
     
    He smiled reassuringly at her, "It's a good thing I was checking fence lines today as it would have been a shame to have a pretty girl like you trudge all the way back to town on your own."
     
    Hannah's lips twitched at the compliment, "You Wentworth men sure know how to flatter a gal," she said. Reaching into her vest pocket, she pulled out a small notepad that she used to take complaint notes on. Using a short stub of a pencil that she also carried for the same reason, Hannah quickly jotted a note stating who the gear and horse belonged to. Hannah then unbuckled and removed the bareback pad and bridle. Pulling a halter from the saddlebags, she slipped it over Jingo's head and then gave him a pat on the rump, sending him limping to a clump of meadow grass. It only took a few more moments to tuck her gear behind a small clump of boulders.
     
    "Guess that about does it," Hannah said and walked back toward Sam Wentworth and his mount. "I'm ready if you are."
     
    Sam looked over where she had stored her gear and was satisfied that she had picked a good spot. "Ready," he answered.
     
    After he had climbed up on his horse, he helped Hannah up to sit behind him.  He shifted to make himself more comfortable, "Try and get as close to me as you can and hold on tight."
     
    Hannah scooted up as close to the cantle of the saddle as she could. Moving her lower legs forward to grip the horse's sides rather than its flanks. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms firmly around Sam's waist, "Ready when you are. Our place is just east of Kalispell, stay straight on Main Street. We're barely outside the town limits."
     
    Sam nudged his horse gently and they began a steady pace towards Kalispell.  To help pass some of the time, Sam decided to ask Hannah a question, "Can you please tell me how someone like you got into a such an unlikely line of work?"
     
    "It's only unlikely if you're a woman," Hannah replied lightly. She had been asked that question often enough, but usually in a derisive or derogatory manner. Sam's voice indicated nothing more than genuine curiosity so she answered honestly. "My father was a town marshal for almost my entire life. When my mother passed away, he was determined to raise me and be a good father. I spent alot of hours at the marshal's office or with the deputies and their families when my father couldn't be home or something. It just seemed inevitable that I would go into law enforcement. I started by helping keep the office and jail clean, file and rotate out wanted posters. Then one day I made a citizen's arrest of a man trying to rough up one of the town's painted cats."
     
    Hannah's voice trailed off, "I don't know what's next though. My father has retired and is running for mayor. Not sure I can keep on working as a deputy marshal if he is elected. Might not look right, you know? I mean, right now, I'm considered enough of an oddity but the town's long-time residents are used to me." She shook her head. Hannah had said almost the same things to Sam's older brother.
     
    Turning his head slightly to look back at Hannah as she spoke, he thought about what she was saying.  He wondered if her mother had lived where would she be right now.  It most likely wouldn't here and in way that him sad.  She wouldn't be here now if it weren't for her father and he was the same.  "Your father sound likes he's a kind and understanding man.  No pressure to become what he wants you to be.  Unfortunately, all fathers aren't like that."
  4. Sam Wentworth
    Sam smiled, "I'm afraid there's still one more you haven't met yet but I'm guessing you probably will one of these days."
     
    "You've still got a while to go before you reach town and at the pace, you're going you won't make it there until after dark." 
     
    Considering that she was a damsel in distress and considering that he was the type to help, he decided to offer it.  Being a deputy, she was probably fairly independent so there was a good chance that she would refuse him.  However, his conscience wouldn't allow him to let any woman, no matter how brave she thought she was, walk back to town by herself.  Besides, there might be more to her than meets the eye and he was curious enough to find out.
     
    "Look, how 'bout me taking you back into town on my horse?  I haven't had Finn for long, but I can guarantee that he is strong enough to carry us both."
     
    @Stormwolfe
  5. Sam Wentworth
    Sam got off his horse and made his way over.  He could now see that she was a woman and that she was also a deputy.  It was no secret that Kalispell had a female deputy and he had already a couple of men bad mouthing her the few times he had been in town before getting the job at Lost Lake and since.  Even though it was hard to comprehend why someone, let alone a woman would want the thankless job of deputy, it still respected those that chose the profession and the same would be for the woman standing in front of him.
     
    "I see that you're having troubles with your horse.  Is there anything I can do to help?"
     
    Remembering that he hadn't introduce himself, he tipped his hat, "By the way, the name's Sam Wentworth."
     
    @Stormwolfe
  6. Sam Wentworth
    Sam had been checking the fence lines nearest to town for some hours.  It was not that exciting in the scheme of things but it was something that needed to be done.  Each hand took a turn at checking them in various parts of the ranch and today just happened to be his turn on this side.
     
    Over the last month, he had been gradually getting to know the men he was working with including those who had returned from the cattle drive.  Mike was doing a good leading them and Shade Thornton had been impressed enough to keep all of them around, which was a good thing as he didn't relish the idea of working for Matt or making a long trip south.
     
    He was about to set off back to the bunkhouse when he spied in the distance someone walking their horse along the main road back to town.  For the rider to be walking meant that the horse had a problem.  Kalispell was still a long way off but the rider was closer to town than the ranch house.  Of course, there was no question that he was going to help the person, which meant a ride into town.  By the time, they got there it might be too late to return and he liked the idea of that.
     
    After guiding his horse down the hill they had been on, it only took a few minutes to catch up the rider.  As he got closer, he noticed that the horse was favouring one leg and that there was something odd about the rider.  The rider was not walking the way most men would.  That confused him a little and as he slowed his own horse down, he decided to make his presence known and hopefully not scare the poor man.
     
    "Howdy."
     
    @Stormwolfe
  7. Sam Wentworth
    After a few more minutes, Sam finally decided on the bunk he wanted.  He looked around and couldn't see Mike anywhere.  Remembering, that Mike had said something about checking out his quarters, Sam smiled and went over to the table where he had left his things.
     
    Just as he was picking up his saddle bag, the door to the bunkhouse opened and in walked four men, who by the looks of them had been working hard that day.  Two of them were wiping the dust off their clothes with their hats, while the other two were joking about some poor fellow who had gotten into trouble over a saloon girl, the previous Saturday.  All four men, stopped upon seeing Sam.
     
    Sam, knowing that making a good first impression mattered, smiled and said "Howdy."
     
    Stan Iverson, the oldest of the four men nodded, "Howdy."  They had been told that there would be some new fellows arriving today.  As he watched the new arrival go over to the bunk he had chosen, Stan wondered what the others were thinking.  As he looked over to his friends, he could see that Marty and Ben were already cooking up something.
     
    Not worrying about what the others were doing, Sam unpacked his belongings and started putting them away.  However, he was aware when two of the men approached him.  They each took one side and seemed to be greatly interested in what he was doing.
     
    Shifting his head from one side to another, Sam acknowledged them both with another "Howdy."
     
    The taller one of the two was the first to speak.  "I'm Ben and this here's Marty."
     
    Standing up straight, Sam was slightly pleased that he was about inch taller than Ben but was wise not show it.  "I'm Sam."
     
    Marty, adjusted his posture in an effort to make himself a little taller before asking, "You the new foreman?"
     
    "No, that would be my older brother, Mike."
     
    "Your older brother, " Stan said slowly as he gazed over in the direction of the other man still with him.  "It's seems we weren't told the full story."
     
    A smirk appeared on the face of Dan Morgan, "Sorry about that."
     
    "Just how many are you?"
     
    Turning to Marty, Sam smiled, "That depends.  Do you mean here on the ranch or here on the ranch and in Kalispell?"
     
    Taking a moment to process what Sam had said, Marty's face showed his bewilderment, "You mean there's more than two of you."
     
    "'Fraid so."
     
    Marty motioned to Ben and the two of them went over to Stan and Dan.  Sam sat on the bunk, content with watching the four men in a huddle, discussing this latest development.
     
    (to be continued)
  8. Sam Wentworth
    "Believe me, it was no trouble.  I was happy to help."  Sam shifted his stance a little, "I wish I didn't have to go so soon as I wouldn't mind learning more your family business.  if our paths cross again, I'll be sure to say hello.  Maybe even invite you to have a meal with me."
     
    After grabbing his hat from the top of the crate where he placed it, he put it on.  Smiling, he said, "It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Carter."
     
    He tipped his hat and then made his way out of the saloon.  As he walked to the hotel, he thought about their conversion and wished he had stay for a little while longer.  Mike would be not be pleased but it would be worth it.  Stopping he looked back at the saloon and realised that it was too soon to start thinking about things like courting.  The first thing he needed to do was to earn some money.  Besides he was new in the area and there would be other women to meet.  There was plenty of time to find out who they were before he could settle for just one.
     
    With a smile, he turned and continued towards the hotel.
     
    @Monoui
  9. Sam Wentworth
    After he placed the crate on the bar, he smiled.  It was good that she was sounding positive about what the war had done to her family.  He remembered the long talk he had with both Matt and Mike at the end of it when they all had been home for a brief visit.  What all three of them had been through would stay with them the rest of their lives and he had no doubt it would be the same for the lady.  Like her, he was one to be positive and to look ahead to the future.
     
    "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Carter.  As for my family...as you well know, Matt bought the hotel a few months back.  My brother Mike was working at a ranch near Medicine Bow and I was working for one in Nebraska.  Our youngest brother Charlie joined us recently and we decided to come up here and join Matt."  He didn't want to go mention the fact that one of the reasons was to get far away from Washington and their father as they could.  There was comfort in numbers.
     
    "Fortunately, we were able to get jobs at Lost Lake Ranch.  We're heading out there later this morning."
  10. Sam Wentworth
    Sam took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the darker interior of the saloon.  He hadn't a chance to come here yet but he had no doubt that he would be in here the next time he was in town as he would be with the other hands from Lost Lake.  Somehow, he didn't see the bar at the hotel catering to a bunch of men letting off steam after a hard week of work.
     
    When the girl had finished speaking, Sam realised that he didn't know her name or where she was from.  Since she had mentioned her father, he decided that it might be a good way to ask who she was.  "Your father sounds like he was a man with a vision.  Establishing a business here would have needed one and it's not every day I meet a woman of enterprise, Miss...?"
     
    @Monoui

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