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
Strengths and Weaknesses (depending on the situation)
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
Just like his brothers, he can be a bit of ladies man at times. He also admires/likes women who can look after themselves.
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
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 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.
Sometimes referred to (jokingly) by his brothers as "the black sheep" in the family due to his different hair colour.
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."
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.
"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.
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."
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...?"
Sam smiled. It wasn't that often he was recognised as a Wentworth due to his dark blond hair. He and his sister had favoured their mother's side of the family while the others took after their father's. "Yes ma'am. Matt's my oldest brother. My name's Sam."
He went over to the wagon and picked up the case which contained the bottles that were the same as the ones she was carrying. "Me and my other two brothers only arrived in town at the end of last week. I was on the way back to the hotel when I saw you."
As he followed her in, he wondered why she didn't have any help. "Do you do this sort of thing often? I mean do you always...well," he paused as he didn't want to offend the lady but being the gentleman he was taught to be he didn't feel it was right for her to carry such heavy loads. "I'm sorry, I sometimes forget my place and it isn't my right to ask you about your circumstances."
Sam was on his way back to the hotel when he saw a woman with fiery red hair carrying a heavy crate and heading towards the saloon. After yesterday's interview at Lost Lake, he and his brothers had returned to town to gather their things. They would be hitting the trail in about an hour or so. That meant there was plenty of time to help the lady out.
Approaching the lady, he took off his hat and smiled, "Begging your pardon, Miss but I would like to offer my services and take that in for you."
"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. "
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