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 - Present)
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.
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.
Clara looked out at the calm waters of the lake rather ruefully. She liked to swim, probably almost as much as her part amphibian little brother. But since those two Evergreen hands had come upon her swimming in the lake by her homestead she had been reluctant to try it anymore. It was getting too cool now for swimming anyhow. Not that a little thing like cold water would put off Wyatt but then he was.....a strange boy. She watched rather envious as the twins dipped their feet into the water. A proper lady like herself could hardly do such a thing with Shade present. What would he think of her? And by now it was very important to Clara what this man thought of her.
But above all she was still the usual Clara as she grinned at his fishing line antics, "You do know the fish are not going to bite on any line without bait attached to it? Wyatt and I used to fish...when I was a child."
Shade took a seat on a flat rock so Clara decided to plop down next to him, to facilitate easy conversation of course. He then brought up his new hires and wanted her opinion! Her eyes lit up alright. So he wanted her counsel?
"Well, of course you are the expert when it comes to ranching and hired hands so I would never second guess your decisions," she started, gave the shortest of pauses before continuing.
"I like the two older brothers, fine gentlemen, I can only venture their work habits are sound in addition. But since you asked and in the interest of fairness, I must tell you that Charlie, the youngest, and I had a random encounter in town the other day. To put it simply, we did not hit it off....as they say. But to be fair to the young man, he had been drinking, that much was obvious. So I try not to ascribe too much credence to what he said because of the likely influence of the alcohol."
She sighed, "Afterall none of us are saints are we? Not that you would ever catch me inebriated."
Shade frowned a bit. The drinking did not bother him. As long as the boy was sober on the job, what he did in his off hours was his own business. What did bother him was the he might have said something untoward to Clara. Although the girl likely did not need a protector, Shade had rather cast himself in that role. "I am sure we wouldn't," he replied to her comment about being caught inebriated, "Did the boy say something to you that he shouldn't have?"
"I was looking into the hotel thru it's bay window and he criticized me for being nosy. I stated I was merely curious. And then he kept after me so we engaged in a fairly heated exchange of opinions. Of course when it dawned on me he had too much to drink, I let up then. Not much point engaging with such folk," she shrugged.
"I do not want you to take any action against him nor even say anything. It is water over the dam as the saying goes. I am not vindictive for that would be unChristian of me," she assured him.
Shade studied the girl's face for a moment, looking to see if she was simply trying to not be a cause of contention. Satisfied that she was being straight with him, he nodded, "I won't bring it up. Besides, I think the older brother is a straight shooter and probably has already taken the boy to task over it. If he gets out-of-line, let me know."
"Indeed the older brother is quite the gentleman, I like him," Clara nodded.
Leaning down, he brushed his hand over the smooth stones at the lake's edge, "Know how to skip rocks?"
"I have watched people do it. Seems like a waste of time and effort. What purpose does it serve?" Clara replied, even as a child she had never been much for play.
Shade gave her a wide smile and chuckled, "No purpose at all. It's just fun. Here, let me show you how. Who knows? Maybe you'll beat me on number of skips and distance." He selected a suitable stone. "First, you need a good rock. It needs to be smooth and flat, not too thick. Oval is best because it fits into the the space between your thumb and forefinger best."
He demonstrated how to hold the stone by taking Clare's hand and placing the cool rock correctly in her fingers. "Now, you want to throw it as parallel to the surface of the water as you can." Shade took the stone from her and demonstrated his technique. The rock skipped along the surface of the water three or four times before sinking out of sight. "Come on, try it. I'll help you."
Clara had quietly left the menfolk to discuss their affairs as was their wont. It was none of her business. A part of her thought she might not have hired that Charlie but, on the other hand, he had been drinking and her father had often pointed out inebriated folk sometimes behaved quite differently than they would of if sober. Clara liked to think she was Christian enough not to carry a grudge. Even if the reality was she did. She hated Indians for what had happened to her mother. And those two hooligans from the Evergreen spread stealing her clothes and her father's pistol, that still rankled her.
Their business settled, Shade approached no doubt to check on the children who were being angels, Clara happily noted. They really were good kids though when Clara was around she kept a tight rein on them and was not one for tolerating nonsense. That said the trio got along fine.
"All settled then? You have three new employees?" Clara greeted the man with a smile.
"A walk is fine with me. However are you sure you should be up and around that much given your current state of health? I would not wish you to collapse in a heap and then the children and I have to drag you back to the ranch house," she pointed out.
Shade chuckled, "I assure you, Miss Redmond, my general health is just fine. I promise not to collapse but will take the walking stick...just in case," his answer was affable and partially teasing. Honestly, he did feel more wobbly than he liked which was why he wanted to get outside and get some exercise. It would not be long before going outside other than to do the most urgent chores would be near impossible. "Nettie, Cody - lets go for a walk." As the twins raced for the door, Shade held his arm out to Clara and winked, "Just in case I need to lean on someone a little bit."
Clara frowned, "Shade, I thought we had previously agreed that we should call each other by our Christian names....though I will admit Slade being a Christian name is up for debate."
She also took note he had not answered her question about the possible new employees. She could only conclude like most men, he took a dim view of including womenfolk in business discussions. Well, it was not her ranch so she let it go.
On the other hand she was more than happy when he indicated he might well need her support for this walk. With no hesitation she moved closer to him, "Yes, best be prepared for anything my father always says. Do not fret though, I will not let you fall. I am stronger than I look I assure you."
Clara lowered the book upon the entrance into the room of the three gentlemen. Her eyes went wide at the sight of two of them then. She knew those two alright. Closing the book she said nothing though and allowed Shade to do the introductions for the two of them. As her name was announced she nodded and gave a polite enough smile.
The apparent oldest brother did the introductions for the trio of newcomers. Clara's hazel eyes focused on the two she knew before speaking up.
"Yes indeed, I have met them. Samuel is quite the gentleman, it is good to see you again, sir," she addressed the middle one.
"Hello again, Charlie," she added, without bothering to attach any compliments but at least she did not toss out any criticisms either.
But the men were there not for social reasons but job seeking as their spokesman now pointed out. So she sat there primly and let Shade handle such affairs.
It took long enough in Clara's opinion but finally this Charlie, as she now knew his name, seemed to come around and decide to make an apology...of sorts. The words he prefaced it sounded very reluctant though. Still she stood there and looked up at him to make eye contact. Her father had always stressed the importance of eye contact when dealing with people.
"My apologies, Miss Redmond for my behaviour. You can be assured that I won't be bothering you again."
Clara paused, so wanting to blurt out 'that was so insincere' but her father also counseled that she needed to learn more tact. And besides the other Wentworth was such a fine gentleman.
"Very well, apology accepted. I will take your word for it on that last part,"she nodded then.
Clara smiled, "Hello Mr. Wentworth, it has been a real pleasure making your acquaintance."
She ignored Charlie as he wasn't willing to engage in polite conversation anyhow.
It seemed before they went their separate paths, Sam had a request of her regarding that younger brother of his. Clara understood why he would ask such a thing, he was afterall a concerned brother but she was going to have to disappoint him.
"A reasonable request and you are within your rights to make it but I am sorry but I am going to have to decline to agree with it. For you see my father has long preached in our family that tattletales are both childish and unappreciated. I know I certainly feel that way about my younger brother. He no doubt feels the same about me. So your Charlie here need not worry I shall be doing any such thing. Of course if he is doing something truly dangerous or the like, I would then be compelled to act but I doubt he is ...........that bad."
She eyed Charlie for an instant.
"I am going to put this incident today down to his drinking and let bygones be bygones. Hope you understand, Mr. Wentworth."
"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."
The younger man continued to whine but Clara paid him no mind, much more interested in the gentleman of the pair. After all who didn't like compliments and now he had gone and praised her father.
"Why yes sir, he certainly is but then I might be accused of bias on that score. I hope you get to meet him too," she smiled.
The pair went on for a bit before the man turned to her, " "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."
Clara was content - well mostly - she was not going to get an apology from that lout but she did decide to at least try for introductions before they parted ways. It was a small town and afterall they might run into each other again. Good to have a name to connect to the face.
"I shall not hold my breath but if you ever meet a gentleman by the name of Aurelian Redmond - that is my father. We have a farm outside of town by the lake. I am Clara Redmond, the older of his two children. My brother is but a child."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of another man, not that Clara minded as the whole situation was becoming a bit uncomfortable. Though it might have been prudent to have simply turned about and ran off, that was not in her personality. But the new entry into this little confrontation was not piling on her but rather coming to her rescue. And he was a gentleman too, tipping his hat to her. She liked that and gave him a bit of a smile even. And he was suggesting........strongly suggesting his younger brother apologize.
"Thank you sir," she nodded in agreement.
The brother was proving to be quite unwilling though.
"My brother regrets anything he might have said to offend and he wishes to apologize."
"Well, that is...." Clara started.
"No I don't."
The jasper was not only ill-mannered but stubborn as a mule, Clara thought. Then the older of the two turned to her with what she decided was a sincere smile.
"I can assure you that the rest of our family aren't as ill-mannered as my younger brother is. "
"If the rest of your family is like you, sir, then I believe it. Every family must have it's black sheep I suppose," Clara declared again giving Charlie the stink eye.
"Thank you though for trying. I appreciate it. Besides he has been drinking and my father says that spirits will often cause a man to do and say things they might later regret."
"I told you...it was not gawking. I was curious about the interior of the place having never set foot inside. And besides what is it to you anyhow?" Clara stood her ground even though the young man seemed relentless in his criticism of her. Almost like it was personal? What brought this on she had no idea.
Defending her education only drew more derision on his part. A part of her said walk away from this confrontation, it wasn't worth it. But he continued to goad her.
"I will have you know I do teach children, I have a job tutoring two youngsters at the Lost Lake Ranch. And as for dogs, they are really not all that difficult to train if you do it properly," she begged to differ.
She also had him pegged too about the drinking, he even admitted it...well somewhat. But he had to continue with the insults.
"If a woman does not stick up for herself in this world, she cannot expect anyone else to for her. My mother, bless her, taught me that," she then pointed out.
Clara was so busy trying to get a better view of the hotel interior she was then startled by the sudden interruption of a male voice to her left. Head turning she instantly assessed the young man in front of her. Needless to say she had no idea who this jasper was but then, in truth, not living in town she did not know a lot of townsfolk either by name or sight.
"First of all I am not gawking at anyone. In fact right now there is no one even in the lobby. I was looking at the ......architecture," she informed him then added with a bit of emphasis, "And I am certainly not a child."
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