Gets his looks and colouring from his father's side.
Traits & Characteristics
Young and eager. He still has a lot to learn as he has only lived in a city and socialising mainly with students.
Willing to learn
Loyal and hard working
Practical and supportive
Can be a little sensitive, especially where is brothers are concerned
Can be direct and brutally honest at times. Being tactful and less direct is something he still has to learn.
Just like his brothers, he is a bit of ladies man.
No previous employers.
Training as a ranch hand at Lost Lake Ranch.
Two years of Yale college mainly in legal studies.
None - novice ranch hand
Aliases / Nicknames
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)
Samuel Martin Wentworth (born 1845)
Mary Alice Wentworth Barlow (born 1850)
May 1855 - September 1873
Spends his childhood living and going to school in Washington D.C. Idolises his brothers and their adventures during the Civil War and the following years. He is father's last hope of having a son become a lawyer and to enter politics. Is sent to study law at Yale.
September 1873 - August 1875
Studies law at Yale but dreams of joining up with his brothers. Eventually, gets the courage and instead of going back to college, heads outs west before his father finds out. Gets on the train and goes to North Platte, Nebraska, where his brother Sam lives and works. Both of them decide to go and join up with older brother, Mike in Medicine Bow, Wyoming.
Arrives in Kalispell and gets a job as a trainee ranch hand at Lost Lake Ranch.
Since Arabella had mentioned that she was off to tell Brendan and Caroline loud enough, he had no choice but to answer, "They already know. In fact, they're over at the parlour right now."
He took a depth breath, "Arabella you should wait until morning to go over there. Caroline will take of Bridget tonight, so you don't have worry on that part. However, for once, it's best that you stay away or you'll be making a bad situation even worse."
Charlie sighed. The last thing wanted to do was answer Arabella's questions. Knowing that Crabbe was dead, she probably already knew something about what had happen. Besides, it wouldn't be right to talk about it until the investigation was over.
"I'm sorry, but I can't say much as there will probably be a Coroner's Inquest." He paused as he readjusted his grip on the stretcher. Since he was carrying the end where the top half of the body and most of the weight was, it was heavier than it looked. Maybe ol' Lorenzo was carrying a few more pounds than what could be seen.
"However, if you find out anything from Bridget about the incident, it would be wise to go the Marshall and let him know."
"Say Deputy, Mr Jolly says I need to inform the Next of Kin that we're moving the deceased. D'you think you'd better come up with me, seeing as it's a young lady? She might not be altogether, well, decent, and I don't want to be associated with any scandalous goings on!" he asked. Raymond was a bit of a prude about such things.
Charlie had been watching the situation unfold from the bottom of the stairs. Although he hadn't done much, he did learn a lot. Whatever he saw and did in this job, he made sure to remember as one day he might be in a similar position. Marshal Guyer was a good teacher, and Charlie was making sure that he missed nothing. Besides, if the Marshal had wanted him to leave, he would have said so.
After looking briefly up the stairs, he turned to Raymond, "I don't think Miss Monahan would be capable of understanding what's going on. Besides, Miss Mundee is still up there talking with Mr. Connelly and I'm sure that they both understand that the body will be taken to the funeral parlour. I'll help you carry him over there. I can come back if need be."
He was sure that when Bridget was ready, Caroline Mundee would explain things to her and that may not be until morning, so there was no use waiting around here. There were a few official things that needed to be done at the funeral parlour, anyway.
Charlie was about to stop Caroline from going upstairs when Doc Danforth spoke up...
"I don't see any reason Miss Mundee can't go upstairs, but please, just stay there until I'm done," Jonah commented, then added wryly, "I prefer not to be observed when I perform miracles." Then he looked at the lawmen. "Show me the way, gentlemen. Was anyone with Mr. Crabbe when this happened?"
"Yes, Miss Bridget and Brendan Connelly were both here when it happened," Charlie answered, "We're still trying to work out the events that led up to Mr. Crabbe's demise."
This was about as far as Charlie could go with the official version. Until the doctor stated the actual cause of death, there wasn't much more to be said. However, with the appearance of Caroline, he knew that there was one or maybe more stories already circulating around town thanks to Granny Miggins.
Thinking about the situation as it was, Charlie turned to Caroline, "Miss Mundee, perhaps it's best you don't go upstairs just yet."
As he listened to what was being said, Charlie felt sorry. Not for Brendan, or even for Crabbe but for Bridget. To him, she seemed to be like a pawn in some game that Brendan was playing with some of the women in town. It was common knowledge that he had taken up residence in the same room with the saloon singer, Caroline Mundee. If the relationship between Miss Mundee and Brendan was purely platonic, then that would be a surprise. Who knows how many other women, the man had had his way with.
With Granny Miggins being present (he had caught glimpses of her outside near a slightly opened window) during Bridget's confession, the news would be around town within a few days. Poor Bridget was just as much as a victim as Crabbe was. If Brendan didn't marry her, then she would be open game to any unscrupulous man. He couldn't keep an eye on Bridget, as that might bring the same accusations that Brendan was now facing. Maybe he would ask his mother to see what she could do for the poor girl.
It was also plain to see that Marshall Guyer was not impressed with Brendan's behaviour either. Knowing that he would have to stay here until the doctor arrived, Charlie began looking around the room to see if there was anything he could use to cover up the body. Seeing nothing, the next best thing was for Brendan to take Bridget back upstairs.
Turning to Brendan he said, "The doctor should be here soon, maybe it might be better if Bridget wasn't around while he...well while he takes care of things here."
So, she pulled her covers over her bloodstained nightclothes even tighter and pretended to be asleep: but she couldn't help emitting the odd little whimper, still traumatised by what she had gone through this evening.
Charlie stood there, not quite knowing what to do next. Bridget had obviously heard but she chose to hide under her bedsheets. He couldn't forceably drag the girl from her bed, so he just stood there trying work out what his next move would be.
As he stepped into the bedroom, he heard the little whimper Bridget made. It twisted up his insides and he brushed past Charlie, whispering, "Let me."
Thankful that Brendan had come up, Charlie waited to see if he could coax Bridget out.
He approached the bed quietly and cleared his throat. "Bridget, it's me." He knelt down and put his hand gently where her head would be. Keeping his voice soft and calm, he continued, "I need you to do somethin' for me. Marshal Guyer's here, and he wants to ask you some questions about me."
He waited a minute, stroking Bridget's head underneath the covers. "If I carry you downstairs, can you talk to him?"
A sigh of relief escaped as Charlie watched Bridget get up. In a way he was glad he didn't have to deal with trying to her come downstairs but he knew he have to learn to deal with problems like this especially if he was going to continue to be a lawman.
She gave Charlie a brave smile, but looked worried as they descended the staircase and she had to look once again at the reality of Lorenzo, dead on the floor, staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. She clung to Brendan closer then and buried her head in his chest. In all of this nightmare, only her love for the cowboy bore her through.
Charlie smiled back not knowing whether she saw it or not. He followed Brendan out of the room and to the stairs. There was something not quite right with this situation. Maybe it was the way Bridget clinged to Brendan or maybe he was just imagining it given the circumstances. Whatever it was, he was certain that it wasn't going to be all that clear cut.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Charlie could see still that Granny Miggins was still hovering around. He then acknowledged the marshall before stepping back a little as he waited for his next set of instructions.
Seeing that he had no choice but to go and get Bridget, Charlie headed back to her room. Part of him wanted to leave the girl alone but he knew that couldn't be done. She was a witness to whatever happened here tonight.
After opening the door slowly, Charlie went into the room. He had to think about what he would say so that he didn't scare her. There was no way of knowing how she would react to him as their dealings had been few and far between. Maybe the best thing to do was to tell her the truth.
In a calm voice, he spoke up, "Bridget, it's Deputy Charlie Wentworth...I need your help. Well, Brendan needs your help more than I do but I need it all just the same. Could please come down with me to talk to the marshall?"
Meanwhile, Charlie had made his way upstairs and was checking every room to see if he could find the Chinaman, Bridget or both of them. He finally came to the room where Bridget was. First of all he knocked on the door and when he got no answer, he went in ((just like he had done for the other rooms) . Having picked up a lit candle that was on a small table near the top of the stairs, he could see that there was something or someone on the bed. Commonsense told him that it wouldn't be the Chinaman hiding in the bed but Bridget.
Not wanting to scare her, Charlie stepped slowly back out of the room. By the time he got out, he could hear the front door opening again. Hoping that it was the marshall, Charlie went to the top of the stairs and knowing that any loud noises might scare Bridget, he waited to see who it was.
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