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.
"I'm sorry Clara. Maybe I should have made my intentions more clearer but I thought you were and are still too young. To say that I am pleased about your marriage would be a lie."
Clara frowned but that sounded turned into a glare. And after she had just told him she wished for the very best for his new law career.
"The only thing I can offer you is that I hope that your husband will do his best when the future comes and that you won't suffer if he doesn't."
She was not going to stand here and be hurt like this. Oh, she wanted to say more but what good would it do and what difference would it make? None.
"We are done here. I will never make the same mistake again of trying to talk to you. We have nothing further to say. Good day to you, Deputy," she said thru gritted teeth then stepped to one side of him and kept on walking.
"Widow Lady, just moved in at our's." The frowsy girl gave Clara a quick run down on Mrs Wigfall's latest lodger. "Seems all right apart from giving herself a few 'airs and graces'. I asked her if she was looking for work, and she reckoned that Mrs Pike had given her a job at the pie store."
"She did? Oh I doubt that, I have not heard any of the sort from her," Clara frowned.
Jemima was hardly done, "Now, if you and Jake're moving into the Diner and you're going to be running the place... well, I'd have thought you'd want to chose your own help and maybe not someone older than you; and maybe not someone who thinks that they're better than ordinary folks like you and me." she warned. "She might want to try and take over!"
"Nonsense, I think you must have got your information from an unreliable source. Or this woman is just saying that," Clara shook her head.
"I hope I'm wrong , time will tell: but 'forewarned is forearmed'!"
Well Clara was now warned at least, though so far she did put much credence in it. Emeline had certainly made it sound like once she was living on Pronto's newly purchased ranch out of town, she was leaving at least the running of the diner to her. She trusted the woman completely, this was not going to happen.
"I for one am not worried," Clara declared then sighed, "Say.....perhaps it is time for us to go to bed.......well, go to sleep anyways? I for one am quite worn out by the day's exertions."
Bridget has a handsome cowboy chasing after her? Clara found that hard to believe. Unless it was some one trying to take advantage of the poor thing. She wasn't all there. Who would do such a thing? Clara silently decided she might have to look the girl up and talk to her soon.
But for the moment she concentrated on the here and now which was making sure Jemima kept her further silence about Arabella. The girl seemed willing enough at least.
"Her secret's safe with me, besides, she knows my secrets too, so..I only told you because, well, I thought you had a right to know. Arabella reckons that you're thinking of naming the baby after her and making her Godmother. I told her I doubted that was true, but just in case, well, you might not want to do that with someone who's got something peculiar wrong with them."
"I have told Arabella very clearly I am not going...we are not going to name the baby after her but if it is a girl - after Emeline Pike. It is nothing against Arabella, it is a solemn promise I made to Emeline. She has been like a mother to me," Clara wanted that much to be clear.
"And regardless of her peculiarity I will not end my friendship with her. Friends do not abandon friends," she added.
Jemima suddenly changed the subject.
"Say, have you met Mrs Dietrich yet?" she asked Clara baldly.
"Who? No, I have not, I do not even know who that is," Clara answered.
"She told me about it before she was..." Jemima paused for a second, "... well, before she was 'right' with herself about it. She said she'd tried everything to cure it: prayer, fasting, kissing boys, she even tried to kill herself. Course, you can imagine the mess she made of that." Jemima sniffed.
"Oh my god! Tried to kill herself? That is terrible. I did not know any of this," Clara was truly shocked.
And the shocks continued. So Jemima tried to beat it out of her? That was nonsense. Yet somehow Arabella had enjoyed it? At least Jemima did something smarter, had her go see a doctor. Still...........
"So the doctor was no help," Clara frowned. Maybe she should see Rev. Thomas? But for now she kept this idea to herself.
The conversation now moved on to something which worried Clara, just how many people knew this terrible secret about Arabella.
"Here's who knows: you, me, Doctor Danforth, I guess, and that Miriam."
"Oh," Clara nodded, not as many as she had worried there might be. A doctor would never tell as it was part of his professional oath, some Greek name. So that narrowed it down further. But there apparently was one more. Bridget ?????
"Well, that is strange but then we know Bridget, the poor dear, is not quite...normal, thru no fault of her own," Clara sighed.
"So then, please, I beg of you .....do not tell anyone else about Arabella. For her reputation is at stake here. Her future in Kalispell even. As her friends we have to be sympathetic to her....problems as best we can," Clara now made her pitch on this matter.
"More like the other way around!" Jemima laughed somewhat humourlessly.
Clara had no reason to disbelieve what the dour Jemima was saying about all this but she was a bit surprised that she herself had had no inkling of Arabella's..........inclinations. She had always thought herself a good judge of people, maybe she was not?
"Oh, I'd like to say I've been suspicious of Arabella ever since I first got to know her. You know: realized something was wrong about her from the beginning, but I was as blind as you were until she told me outright. Course, she's never liked me in that way!"
"Goodness! She even told you, admitted such a thing?" Clara thought that was pretty much the clincher then on this unraveling mystery.
"Then again, I ain't pretty like you, and I never saved her life and nursed her back to health and all those things she always does run on about you, Clara."
"I am not that pretty....there have been only two men who called me that - my father, who we both have to admit there is reason to believe he is biased - and Jacob. Who is no doubt putting me on a pedestal because we are in love," Clara pointed out.
"And secondly, I did not save Arabella's life. I did help nurse her back to health it is true enough but I was only doing my Christian duty as I am certain you would do the same in my place."
Suddenly the mention of 'Christian' hit her. She turned to Jemima with a very worried look on her face.
"Jemima, you have not told others about ...........well Arabella's ...bent...have you? I ask because if word gets out to certain folks......quite a few folks actually.........she could well have her reputation ruined in Kalispell. She could be driven out of the church, she might even lose her job. Her life has been hard enough as it is. I would hate to see it come to that."
Jemima boldly declared the two girls were not merely friends. So that meant........Clara tried to wrap her mind about such a revelation. Had not Arabella talked about experiences with boys and Clara had even heard rumors that the girl had had a crush on that Evergreen hand, Billy. Talk about poor taste though in Clara's opinion.
Jemima seemed to feel it was a good thing as it meant less competition for boys. She also added, "I thought you'd have realised about Muddy."
"No, not at all. Say you do not think that maybe this Miriam unduly influenced Arabella in this sort of .........well.......behavior?" Clara suddenly had a theory.
As they talked and Clara listened to what Jemima had to say, it occurred to her that this young woman was a whole lot more intelligent than most people of Kalispell realized. No doubt they judged her for her looks and that was unfair. Clara found herself admitting her innermost thoughts regarding her relationship with Jacob and more. And Jemima responded with her own interesting and thoughtful take on such matters.
"It's like you were maybe just waiting for the right person to come along to... to kinda heal the wound. I think Jake... Jacob... is the same. He's been sort of lost since his Ma died: it's like he was waiting for you to come along: the right person."
"Oh...yes, that does make a good deal of sense," Clara nodded.
"Maybe this is the year for finding the right person," Jemima said, "You and Jacob, Mr and Mrs Pike, Arabella and Miriam. Maybe there's hope for me yet."
Clara blinked, "Arabella and Miriam? I thought we were talking about love not friendship?"
Suddenly it hit her, did Jemima mean what it seemed she did?
"Wait! You mean those two are.....?" she did not finish it because she was not quite sure of the correct wording.
Clara gave him the courtesy of hearing him out but that didn't mean she agreed with what he said.
"I already admitted I was impetuous but I do not agree with you that I did not think it out. Frankly you have no idea what I considered or did not consider," she countered.
"And the way you talked to me when we did converse those few times, I had absolutely no idea you had any ideas about courting me. Though once I met Jacob, it would not have mattered," she added.
He went on, "Despite the arguments we always seem to get into, I really do care for you, Clara and I wanted to...well I just wanted to."
"You know, Charlie, IF you really do care for me like you say you do, then you would wish me the best in my future and be happy for me that I have found someone I love. Just as I now am going to wish you the best of luck in your deputy job and hope and pray you stay safe because I do not wish anything bad happen to you."
She did not want Jemima to get the wrong idea about her and Arabella. They were such disparate personalities is all.
"Honestly if Arabella ever found herself in trouble or in dire need of a friend, I would certainly step up to be that friend," Clara assured the other girl. She then admitted part of the issue was her very own issue of not being- as she labeled it - demonstrative.
"Jacob is helping me with that flaw of mine though," she had to point out.
"How does he do that?" Jemima wondered out loud, with honest interest "I can't let myself go, either. Except when I'm fighting my brother." she admitted.
"I can see where your brother would bring that side out of anyone," Clara thus far was not impressed with Hector. Handsome, yes. The rest, ugh.
"Well, I have long...especially after my mother's death...had an aversion to human touch even signs of affection, love, call it what you will. I get uncomfortable with such things as hugs, handshakes, you know," Clara started.
"Then Jacob came along and he gave me my first kiss, he held my hand...hands, he...well, suffice it to say I liked it. I even craved it and then there was Mrs. Blakesley...excuse me...Mrs. Pike. She hugged me, I liked it. I began to realize human contact was not a bad thing. Now I - on occasion - even look forward to such things. Wait til the baby comes, we shall be inseparable I feel,? Does all that make sense?"
So there he was yet again, apologizing for something he said to her. That was all well and good, but it might help if he actually learned his lesson and didn't do it anymore. But he couldn't quite finish this one.
"My vice started long before I met you. It's just that you...well it's just that you..."
"I what?" Clara prodded, he was apparently undermining his own apology with something new?
"Why as in why did I marry him?" Clara thought the question a mite too general but was still more than willing to answer.
"Because right from the very first time I met Jacob he was the perfect gentleman, he was kind to me, he did not criticize, he had only compliments. And I knew it...from the start I just knew he was sincere, genuine. We just hit it off," she tried her best to explain but then some things weren't logical anyhow.
"Yes, we were undoubtedly impetuous but when he asked me to marry him, I did not have the slightest hesitation. I just knew. He was the one."
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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