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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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Recent Posts

  1. Sam Wentworth
    Sam and Mike had been the first to arrive, followed not long after by Ben and Matt.  Now that they were seated at the table and eating, Sam's mind drifted to the sight he had seen a few days ago.
     
    He had been on the part of the Lost Lake Ranch that was farthest south.  Well, to be more precise, south-east, mending fences when he heard a strange sound.  In that part of the range there were fewer trees compare to the mountains on the northside, so he didn't have far to ride to find out what it was.  Heading towards Smith Lake, he crossed the border of the land owned by the Thorntons and into, what he had been told was an abandoned farm.
     
    From what he knew about this part of the land, was it was owned by some farmer who had tried growing crops and failed.  As far as he knew there was no-one there now, but he soon found out that he was wrong.
     
    As he rode closer to the lake, the noise became louder and started to become more familiar.  It had been a while since he had heard it but he recognised what it was.  What it was and meant was trouble.
     
    Soon he came upon the sight.  The herd was small, but it was significant enough to worry a lot of people, especially the ranchers.  Looking around, he couldn't see anybody which in a way was a good thing.  Turning his horse, he had headed back to Lost Lake.  Thankfully, he had been on his own or the whole territory would know by now that there were sheep.
     
    Looking around at his family, Sam decided not to mention anything to them.  In fact, he hadn't bothered saying anything to his bosses at Lost Lake.  He wanted to find out more about the sheep and those who owned them.  Maybe he could work out something with them first and then present it his boss, to see what they do.  It was better than going off half-cocked and starting some sort of war.
     
    TBC
  2. Sam Wentworth
    After getting the buckboard hitched, Sam thanked Aurelian and Clara.  He also mentioned that would probably stop on their way through for a few minutes to rest before trying to make it to town before dark.
     
    After resting at the Redmonds for a short time, they continued on to Kalispell.  It was well after dark when they got there.  They took Ruth and Natosi to their parents house.
     
    Sam was amazed that Ruth had survived the trip but he wondered if she would live much longer.  The odds weren't that good.
     
  3. Sam Wentworth
    Sam got off his horse and took off his hat, "Good day, Miss Clara.  I was hoping your Pa might be around but you might be able to help instead."
     
    He didn't have to time to ask Clara how she was or talk about the problems with the Steelgraves.  His main purpose for now to get back to his brother and Ruth, "Could we borrow a wagon or a buckboard and a couple of horses?  Mike and I found an injured woman in the mountains and we need to get her to town.  Your place is closer than the Lost Lake house, so we we're hoping that you could help out."
     
    Knowing that he probably had rushed what he meant to say due to his concern and anxiousness, he sighed, "I'm sorry if this sounds all a bit confusing.  We've been transporting the woman...Ruth here on a travois but it's not ideal considering her injuries.  A wagon or buckboard will help us get her to town quickly and more comfortably."
     
    @Wayfarer
  4. Sam Wentworth
    Sam made his way as quickly as he could given the terrain to the house where Aurelian Redmond lived with his family.  He had met Aurelian only a couple of times and found the man to be quite genial.  The man seemed to be the type to help out when needed and this was one of those times.
     
    Mike would be making slow progress with the travois, and he hoped that Ruth wouldn't suffer too much.  She seemed to be on the mend and her spirits were high, but Sam had seen this sort of thing before.  Some people tended to rally a bit before they eventually succumb to their wounds.  He hoped that this wasn't case with Ruth and that she would make it Kalispell.
     
    Seeing the house, he spurred his horse on.  A few minutes later, he was there.  Staying on his horse he shouted out, "Hello!  Anybody here?"
     
    @Wayfarer
  5. Sam Wentworth
    About one hour later, Sam returned to find Mike and his two charges resting comfortably near a large fire.  He was glad to see that they had made it through the Evergreen portion of the trip unharmed.
     
    Mike had sent him back to the rest of the hands to let them know what they had found and to get some supplies.  While he was there, one of the newer hands who had been hired for the roundup, mentioned something about how some of the ground was a bit bare to the west a little.  Some of the hands had put it down to the grass not growing fast enough after the winter.  The others didn't even care, and Sam was one of them.  He had more important things to do.
     
    After leaving instructions for the rest of the hands to get the strays back to the main herd, Sam had headed east towards the area, Mike had told him that he would try to get to. On the way Sam thought about the conundrum that was Ruth and Natosi.  A white woman with a half-Indian child usually meant only one thing.  Whatever had happened to Ruth, it wouldn't have pleasant but at least she had accepted the child that had come from that union.  It showed that Ruth had fortitude and hopefully that would help to overcome the injury she had now.
     
    Leaving the bag of supplies with Mike, he went over to unsaddle his horse and get his bedroll.  When that was done, he went back to the fire where Mike had put the coffee on to boil.  Mike looked over to him and smiled, "Thanks for getting these.  It may be another day or two before we get to Kalispell as I don't want to make things worse than they already are."
     
    "I understand," Sam replied.  There was still some distance to go.  If there was only a faster way to get to town.  An idea, then struck him, "Maybe I should ride on ahead and go to Mr. Redmond to see if I can borrow a buckboard to carry Ruth into town.  His homestead is closer to us, than the main house is."
     
    "Maybe you should.  He's a good man from what I know of my dealings with him."
     
    "Then that's a plan," Sam smiled, "Now how about some of that coffee."
     
    TBC
  6. Sam Wentworth
    "What need to do is make sure we fatten him up and put some muscles on that scrawny frame of his.  How 'bout it, Dan?"
     
    Dan Morgan, the Lost Lake Bunkhouse cook nodded, "Sure, Marty and we also need make sure he does a lot work so that he'll be in shape."
     
    Sam smiled, as he listened to the other hands talk about Charlie's predicament.  When Charlie had told about what had happened in Kalispell, Sam felt sorry for his younger brother in a way.  However, in another way, he hoped that this would be what Charlie needed to break his drinking habit and finally grow up.
     
    Looking over to where Charlie laid on his bunk, Sam could see that he was not in the mood for talking.  When Mike got back in from working over on the west side of the ranch, they would have to tell him.  Mike would do all he could to help, just like Sam would.  Charlie wasn't ready talk but when he was they would be there for him.
     
    After arriving back from his excursion into Kalispell, Charlie had quickly advised all those present in the bunkhouse about his upcoming fight and Sam wanted to hear more.  Charlie told him that he would explain it all to both him and Mike later on.  Once he had said all that he was going to say for the present, Charlie hastily retreated to his bunk and had been there ever since.
     
    Not knowing what else he could say or do, Sam decided to leave Charlie alone with his thoughts.  One thing was for certain, he would help his brother get ready for whoever he was going to be up against.  All Sam could hope for was that the man was evenly matched with Charlie and not someone he had no chance of beating.
     
    TBC
  7. Sam Wentworth
    While Mike was tending the injured woman, Sam dragged the body of the large man outside.  He was hoping that there was a shovel around somewhere and that the ground was still soft enough to dig a grave.  Leaving the body a few feet away from the hut, he began to look around for the mule and the shovel.
     
    Since the outcrop of rocks that formed the basis for the hut and the cave was large, his search took him down a slope that a was northwest of the direction that he and Mike had come from.  As he turned a corner around the edge of the formation, he came upon small plateau.  There he could see the mule grazing on some grass seemingly oblivious to what had a gone on.  He could see a shovel leaning against the rock face wall.
     
    As he went over to get the mule and shovel, it was then he saw a large mound.  To him, there was no question that it was a grave and by the looks of it, it hadn't been there that long...a few weeks at the most.  Frowning, he went over to the mule and grabbed the rope around its neck and tied to a nearby tree.  Taking the shovel, he found another spot not from the grave and began digging.
     
    Sometime later, he was heading back up to the hut with the mule in tow.  Now there were two graves, both containing their own mysteries.  Maybe the woman inside the hut, or even the girl could tell them what had happened.  Whatever occurred here to leave two people dead, and two living was a question that would have to be answered.
     
    TBC
  8. 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."
  9. 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.]
     
  10. 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."

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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.

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