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.
Charlie looked at his brother for a few seconds before responding, "What do mean good night?" It's still early and besides I got the winning bet so..."
The next thing he knew Arabella was dragging him towards her and saying something about walking her out of the room. In an instance he broke free, and stood his ground, "I'm sorry Miss Arabella, but like I said I've still got some celebrating to do."
Turning to his brother, he took a deep breath, "I'll go home when I'm ready and not when you tell me to."
Charlie was about to head back to the bar for the next round of beers when he was accosted by Arabella and some army dude. He and Brendan had been participating in a chugging contest with some of the other men gathered around them. It was his turn to go and buy beer for what was either the fourth or fifth round of the competition, he couldn't quite remember. For all he knew there could have been a lot more rounds but right now he didn't care.
“Lookee here Cap’n, this here’s Mr Connolly and Mr Wentworth. Now Charlie here, you should try and get him to join your army, he’s about the bravest fellow I know. The other evening in the saloon, I asked if anyone would take me and my friend Bridget up to the Mission by the Lake tomorrow … she’s a catholic …” she whispered the last bit like she was telling him some dreadful secret about the girl.
“… and all the other fellers there was too scared because of the Injuns bein’ on the warpath and they might get scalped. But Mr. Charles Wentworth Jnr stood up and said ‘I ain’t scared of no Injuns, I’ll accompany you two young ladies on your religious visit!’ So he’s takin’ us tomorrow, bright and early at 8am.”
She then let go of the Captain’s arm and strode over to Charlie and slapped him on the shoulder with a look of misty, tearful admiration in her eyes. “Charlie, you’re the bravest man I know!” she sighed, knowing very well that, as per usual, the youngest Wentworth son had been 'three sheets to the wind' that night and probably couldn’t remember a single thing about what he’d said or done.
"Uh?" Charlie replied, for a moment not knowing quite to say. She was saying something about him being the bravest and indians, but since he wasn't in a position to argue, he just nodded his head, "That's right I did say that I would...at least I think I did."
At this point he was having a hard time remembering what he did that morning, let alone the last time in was in the Stardust Saloon, which had been nearly a week ago. If truth be told he had difficulties recalling anything he said or did when he was really drunk, so all he could do was take Arabella's word that he had indeed promised to take her wherever she wanted to go. It was either that or look like a coward in front of the army man.
Charlie shook his head and laughed. "Well, those two hands you were with knew what they were doing. The one thing you can't do where Miss Clara Redmond is concerned is to make assumptions. They're libel to get you into some very hot water."
He took another sip of his beer before going on, "Now don't get me wrong when Clara is in a good mode, she's about the prettiest girl you're likely to meet. But that ain't often. Take tonight for instance, she's all dressed up like a fine lady but underneath she's still the same ole Clara. One wrong word and you're done."
Once again he took a sip of beer, "I like Clara in a way but she can be unpredictable as well. Here she was all fine and dandy looking after the Thornton kids and then one day she just ups and leaves without so much as word of good-bye. The two kids spent most of the winter asking and wondering why she left. Thankfully, Miss Sarah was there to take over their schooling but still there were times you could see that they missed her."
Finishing off the beer, he sighed, "I guess it would take a lifetime to figure out Clara and that's too long. What isn't long is the line at the bar. Care for another?"
Charlie was about to tell Brendan when one of the other Lost Lake hands came rushing over. Taking a breath, he quickly said, "There's a bit ruckus over on the other side of the barn. Jeb Maxwell and Shorty Tate are going at it over some woman."
Quickly pulling out his watch, Charlie took a look and a big grin came on his face, "I do believe that makes me the winner."
"Hang on a minute. A ruckus and a fight aren't necessarily the same thing," Marty said, "We got to get this confirmed."
"Well, you go get it confirmed and be ready with my money when you come back," Charlie replied, "I'll stay here with my friend, Brendan."
Marty nodded and motioned to the other three. "Let's go check this out."
After they had left, Charlie turned to Brendan, "While we wait I'd like to hear this long story of yours about Clara. I get the feeling it wasn't a pleasant experience."
Under normal circumstances, someone mentioning that they worked for Evergreen would have riled most Lost Lake hands but not tonight. At the mention of Evergreen, Charlie could see that one of his co-workers wanted to say something but a tap on the shoulder from the other hand stopped him.
Charlie nodded and turned to Brendan, "Well, you're in luck. Ordinarily my friends would take offence at the mere mention of Evergreen but we have a more important reason that requires us to be on our best behaviour. So you won't be getting any arguments from us."
"Sounds good to me and by my reckoning you haven't got much time left to cash in Charlie."
Looking at the newcomer, he smiled, "No, I guess not. Mike was right, I was too optimistic." Once again he turned to address Brendan, "This here is Marty Smith. Marty this is Brendan"
Marty held out his hand to Brendan, "Can't say it's a pleasure meeting an Evergreen hand, so I'll let it pass for now."
One of the other hands left to go and get some more beer for the group. When he returned he handed out a beer to each of the other three. Lifting up his glass, he smiled, "Here's to the temporary truce between Evergreen and Lost Lake."
"Hear, hear," Charlie answered before taking another drink. There was something he wanted to ask the Evergreen man and so after taking another sip of his beer he did. "Say Brendan, how did you come to meet Clara anyway?"
Charlie was already on to his second beer by the time Brendan showed up. After a quick search, he had found two of his fellow Lost Lake co-workers on their way to the tent. Each of them were ruminating about how fickled women could be and he couldn't agree more. His brothers Mike and Matt were having no problems with the opposite sex tonight, so he couldn't go and complain to them, so these were it.
The three of them were discussing how women could say one thing and mean another when they were interrupted. Charlie turned to Brendan and smiled. In a way he was glad to hear that Brendan had lucked out with Clara as well. "Sorry to hear that but I could've told you that from experience. She's a hard girl to get know and you've got to be extra careful what you say around her. It's a guessing game all the time where she's concerned."
If you were to ask Charlie later why he felt so put out by the fact that Clara had accepted Brendan's invitation to dance, he wouldn't be able to tell you. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that she was dancing with someone from Evergreen or the fact that she left him without as much as a by your leave. She hadn't even bother to thank him for the dance they had just shared.
Thinking about the brief conversation that had just happened, Charlie realised that Clara had somehow steered it back to her and how hard her life was. Here she was all dressed up like an adult and yet still wanted attention like a child. Clara had a lot of growing up to do and he for one wasn't going to wait around. Any notions he had toward to her needed to be quashed and there was only one thing that would help do that.
Ignoring Arabella who was standing beside him, he started to look around for some of the other hands from Lost Lake to join him over at the beer tent.
"Pretty new. Been at the Evergreen spread since August." He held out his hand to shake. "Brendan Connolly."
Charlie raised an eyebrow at the mention of Evergreen. He knew about the bad blood between the Steelgraves and the Thorntons. There were so many different stories going around about the feud that it was hard to keep up with them all. Ordinarily, he would be wary of anyone who work for the rival ranch but this was a social occasion and it wouldn't be a good idea to start anything especially considering the bet the Lost Lake boys had going.
Instead, Charlie just shook the man's hand, "Nice to meet you. I'm Charlie Wentworth. I work at Lost Lake."
He gave Clara a quick glance. She seemed happy and he didn't want to spoil it, "Considering that it's our bosses who are at loggerheads with each other and not us, I think we should get along fine. Besides, if I got into a fight with someone from Evergreen, my older brother, who is foreman would have me cleaning out the stables for the next month and that's something I don't want to be doing in warmer weather."
Charlie's only contact with Arabella in the past had been at the saloon where she worked. She would have seen him at his worse, especially after he had a few drinks inside of him. Arabella probably would have seen him do or say things that weren't gentlemanly. He was partly relieved and glad to see that she was treating him nicely.
His problem was not getting drunk all of the time, far from it, he was usually sober. His problem came when he started drinking as he tended not to stop until he either passed out or one of brothers dragged him away from the bar. Most of the time it was Sam as Mike tended to avoid the Stardust as much as possible.
Clara had seen him a few times when he hadn't indulged too much but thankfully, she didn't know how bad and how rude he could get. Alcohol seemed to make him lose all sense of propriety. He knew one day he would do or say something he would deeply regret or get him into trouble. It was a problem he needed help with and it was going to take some time.
At the mention of the other man's name, Charlie acknowledged the other man, "You must be new to these parts as I don't recollect seeing you around."
For the rest of the dance, Charlie found himself concentrating more on Clara and the steps. He would have time to quiz the newcomer afterwards.
A few minutes later and it was over. Charlie let one hand drop and while he held the other, he took one step backwards and then bowed. Standing upright, he smiled, "Thank you for being such a wonderful partner."
While he waited for Clara's response, he could see Arabella and her partner approach them. Now he would find out who this jasper was and why he was so interested in Clara.
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