Clara showed her smarts at an early age, she was reading already at five, everything scholastic comes easy to her. Her father depends on her for so much around the farm, she has had to grow up quickly. Her work ethic is amazing and be it cooking or laundry or watching over her kid brother, she is diligent and competent about it.
She has her weak points, like any other person. Her tongue is sharp and she is way too eager to give anyone and everyone her opinion on things and people. She doesn’t seem to like a whole lot of people. She is still scarred both emotionally and physically by the Indian attack which wounded her and killed her mother. She could certainly use a sense of humor.
Lost Lake Ranch (August 1875 - September 1875)
Clara recently accepted the position of part-time nanny to Cody and Nettie Thornton at Lost Lake Ranch. She only works two or three days per week.
After resigning from that position Clara found new employment working at the Lickskillet, a local cafe in Kalispell. She helps with the cooking and baking plus can also wait on tables if necessary.
She handles her share of the chores and work involved in keeping the family's homestead running.
Reads and writes, excellent with arithmetic. Good with chores,
Cooking, laundry, and farm animals. Can ride a horse.
Her father has taught her to load and fire both pistol and rifle.
Hobbies & Interests
Voracious reader when she can get her hands on books and has the time given all the work she does at home.
Swimming when time and weather permits.
Aliases / Nicknames
Kalispell, Montana Territory
Place of Birth
Kith & Kin
| FAMILY |
Father: Aurelian Redmond (see Timeline for details)
Mother: Kathleen Redmond (deceased)
Brother(s): Wyatt Redmond (a. 12)
Sister(s): Catherine Redmond (deceased, a. 3 months)
| ADVERSARIES & ALLIES |
To be determined in game play.
Indians, any Indians, she hates Indians with a fury.
| 1860 |
Born to Kathleen and Aurelian Redmond in Scranton, Pennsylvania.
| 1861-1865 |
Basically brought up by her mother as her father was off in service during the war. A precocious child, fast learner, with seemingly endless curiosity. In late 1863 she got herself a little baby brother, Wyatt.
| 1867-1872 |
Her family lived on a farm where she had a happy enough childhood all the while learning about all that entailed being a woman on a farm. She was a big help to her mother. Kathleen used to remark Clara was a better cook than she was.
Sadly there was another baby, Catherine, which was born in poor health and passed a few months later. They had to move also and their situation became increasingly harder. Finally her father decided they would move out west. Clara was excited, it sounded like a grand adventure.
| 1873 |
The train ride from the east out to Chicago was amazing to the girl, she usually kept her face at the window watching all the sights they went passed. For a time they stopped in Minnesota but her father said more and better land could be found further west.
| 1874 |
Finally her father pulled the trigger, as it were, taking up a homestead property for a very low price in Montana. This was to be their home from here on in. Work commenced on a cabin but they hadn’t been there long when Indians attacked them without warning. Clara was with her mother helping her wash laundry at the creek. It all happened so fast. The two ran for it at first sight of a grim looking warrior. Clara didn’t get far before she screamed in pain as an arrow sunk into her torso. Down she went. Her mother could have kept going but that was not going to happen. Kathleen saw the Indian raising his bow for another shot and the mother threw herself over the girl to shield her, taking the shaft right in her back.
By the time Clara recovered consciousness, she was in the nearest town in a doctors office, her father and brother at her side. Aurelian had to tell her that her mother was gone. That probably hurt more than the wound, which was misery enough. For awhile it was touch and go when she developed infection but stubborn as always, Clara pulled thru.
Their homestead had been burnt to the ground, everything left behind destroyed or stolen. Aurelian moved on as soon as Clara was cleared to travel. Finally he had a bit of good fortune. He met another homesteader who was leaving for the east as his wife didn’t like it out west. This man already had a property just outside the small town of Kalispell and there was also a cabin up too. Aurelian bought it and was determined to try again to make a home, a permanent home. Clara, who worshipped her father, was ready too. This time they would succeed if she had say so about it.
Caroline watched with a smile as the men's attention turned from her to the food heaped in front of them by young Clara. It wasn't all that surprising. What was the old saying? A way to a man is thru his stomach. Besides their conversation had basically come to a close. Maybe she'd see them again sometime in the saloon, maybe not.
Clara took in the compliments over the food and service. Just what she always liked to hear. She had been more than a little nervous when Pronto took Emeline off on their ........well seemingly endless trip. Would she be able to handle the job by herself? But thru hard work - and Clara never minded hard work - she honestly felt she was doing well. Still, she hoped the couple would return soon. At least Emeline had sent her a few things/letters to let her know they were safe and enjoying themselves. Emeline deserved that in Clara's opinion.
"Thank you gentlemen, let me know when you are finished and I will tote up the bill," Clara announced then went to deal with the saloon gal.
Caroline was there to buy one of the place's freshly baked pies and it didn't take long to make her choice.
"Ara loves pecan pie, she's a southerner. So yeah, give me that pecan pie. Me, I like all your pies," Caroline stated.
"Yes ma'am, you are in luck too. I only made one of those today," Clara replied as she reached down into the counter below to extract the pie.
Caroline plopped down some coins, told the girl to keep the change and marched back out with one pie in hand.
"Well, never hurts to ask, I always say. Waitresses, bartenders tend to hear things time to time about such things. Sorry to have bothered you. We'll try down the street, at the saloon. Perhaps a more appropriate place for such questions, and the Marshal, has a business, that is helpful, thank you miss, thank you." Shannon said. "You've been very kind, Ma'am"
"Certainly, sorry I could not be of more assistance. Your meal should be coming up quite soon though. In the meantime, let me bring you your coffees," Clara declared then went back into the kitchen to do just that.
Just then the bell tinkled and the front door opened, a young woman in a low cut scarlet dress (and not wearing a hat over that blonde hair of hers contrary to what was expected of women in public) walked on in. Her fingernails were painted, she had make up on too. One could safely assume this was not a minister's wife or maybe anyone's wife.
Clara's voice rang out from within the kitchen, "Be right with you!"
"No hurry!" the young woman called back as she stood there, glancing then over to the trio at the table, she nodded acknowledgement, "Gentlemen."
Alright, they wanted the helpings of beans and would take coffee too. Clara was happy to oblige. But one of them also wanted to say something else then.
"Ma'am, about the local mining in the area, we're new up here in the north and know very little, are there areas showing color?"
Clara had NOT expected that question. She'd been asked all kinds of questions about Kalispell since her employment here. About the people, the businesses, the church, and school. Sometimes even specific names of folks like where did Mr. Smith or widow Jones live. But mining?
"Well, I am sorry but I know nothing about such things. Some folks have found silver or gold on occasion. But I was not privy to the where and other details. I do believe you could ask the town marshal as he also has another job as some sort of assessor......or something? I really do not know what his actual job title is," she tried her best to be helpful.
"Yes Ma'am, you certainly can. We're just passing through and are hungry, so I suppose then, whatever the special might be, well, that would be just fine, and coffee all around if you would, please. Well, unless you've a suggestion." Shannon said politely. "A right nice place you've got here, and the town as well. "
"Thank you, it is not my place, but Mrs. Emeline Pike but we are quite proud of it," Clara replied.
There was a daily menu up on a chalkboard, most places used those instead of paper menus, easier to make changes. But they did have a special today.
"Today's special is beef meat pies, they are very good if I do say so myself. The owner's private recipe. And of course coffee too."
Clara was in the kitchen, busy with food preparation but heard the tinkle of the little front door bell signaling customers. It was always a welcome sound for any business. Wiping her hands on a towel, she headed on into the diner front. Yes, three customers. Cowboy sorts and total strangers to her. One was an Indian or maybe at least a half breed. Clara couldn't help herself, she didn't much like Indians. Yes, at times she knew it wasn't fair but it was a scar that may well never go away for her. Indians had killed her mother and nearly killed her. Even the doctor that time had not thought she would survive that arrow in the chest. But she had to get past it now, a customer was a customer.
Approaching the men she offered them a customer service smile as she greeted them.
"Hey, I happen to like being a hypocrite sinner!" he countered smiling, but then he looked a little more serious.
"Well, you were a good one that day," Clara countered meaning it as a joke but there was a certain truth to it too. And had been just as bad.
"No, I mean..." he glanced into her beautiful brown eyes. His were hard an blue, almost mean looking in some ways: but there was a soft heart behind them. "... well, doesn't it bother you? If... what if they got married? I know what the memory of your Mother means to you."
"Bother me? Of course not. I expected my father to respect my wishes about you when we wanted to get married. I should now respect his desires on the matter. So if they get married, it will be because my father wants to marry her......and obviously....she agrees also. It does not change my love for my mother. But look at it this way, I am certain my mother wants him to be happy, life goes on," countered Clara.
"However you are assuming a lot. They are just chatting, a far cry from father proposing," she also pointed out.
ooc: She did not manhandle him up to the room, lol.
"What's going on?" he whispered urgently on the stairs.
"Nothing, can I not have some private time with my favorite husband?" Clara retorted.
"Isn't it a little rude to leave poor Mrs Dietrich to talk to your Pa all on her own?" he asked, innocently.
"Nonsense, my father is quite socially capable ....when he wants to be," Clara frowned as the pair entered the apartment and then she shut the door behind them.
"At least they're old, so they can't get up to anything!" he joked.
Serious Clara took him quite literally though, "He is not old...she is perhaps even a bit younger than my father. And they are both God fearing Christian folk................unlike us two hypocrite sinners."
Yes, they had went at it like rabbits their first real time of privacy - which was wrong. And sinful. And led to all sorts of consequences. And............well, she would do it again if somehow they could go back in time with a second chance. She loved Jacob with all her heart.
"Well, I've been here almost a month now. But I suppose that's still relatively new, so yes." Lucinda glanced to Clara, "I can come back around dinnertime, if you'd like? I've washed enough dishes that you should be fine for a while."
Before Clara could answer, Jacob was faster.
"Please don't go on my account, Mrs... er, Dietrich, I'm going to have a quick wash and then hit my bed for a couple of hours, I've been on the trail all night." he turned to Clara "Had to go right up to Eureka this time, I was nearly in Canada."
Clara nodded, "Oh, I see." She didn't frankly but smiled at her beloved before throwing in her own two cents, "Well, if you really must go I shall not keep you..."
She was torn, she wanted to go up with her husband but the diner hours weren't over yet. And if Lucinda left....
"Had to ask some friendlies for directions, Siksika Black Foot," stated Jacob.
Clara hated even hearing about his contacts with Indians, hopefully these were at least mostly friendly. She was truly afraid one day the same Indians that massacred Custer would come upon Jacob and she'd never hear or see him again. And she would be a widow and their child would not have a father. All for a few extra dollars. She did not agree with Jacob's job choice.
The front door opened and in came none other than Clara's father, Aurelian Redmond wearing a big smile too on catching sight of them.......to be honest on spotting his beloved daughter. The house wasn't the same without her. And to be blunt, his life and Wyatt's too was that much harder.
"Hullo, hope it's alright for me to drop in?" he asked, "I can order something to make it an official visit, favorite daughter of mine."
"Father, it is always good to see you, do not be so silly. Though if you want to spend some money, I have your favorite Dutch apple pie available, " Clara replied.
"That sounds good, I've always got room for Dutch apple pie. Wrap up a slice too to take back to Wyatt or he will be grumpy all night," Aurelian approached in a fine mood apparently.
"Jacob," he acknowledged his son-in-law. He actually had come to like the boy but also shared his daughter's disapproval of the career choice.
But though he had not spoken a word yet to her, Aurelian had indeed noticed the pretty blonde woman with the pair. He well remembered her from their lone meeting that time in church.
"And it is good to see you again, ma'am. You are looking very well I must say," he complimented the lady as he desperately attempt to recall her exact name - Diederich or something....L.....Lucy...no...more elegant...Lucinda...Lucinda Dieter...something.
Clara appreciated Lucinda's remark about Jacob and then had to wonder if she actually blushed when her husband stated he hoped their kids got her looks. Yes, he had a bit of a long nose and was thin as a rail but Clara thought Jacob quite the catch both looks wise and in the strength plus goodness of his character.
"I just pray our kids are born with good health," Clara gave her take on the matter.
After shaking hands, both Jacob and Lucinda seemed to get awkward, she wasn't sure why? Jacob was normally quite talkative at least in her experience. But he did say something after a bit of pause.
"You, er, you new in town, Mrs Dietrich?"
Clara already knew the answer to that one but thought it would be better to let the woman handle it.
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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