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.
"I have two menfolk at home, I am used to things being a bit disorderly, it is fine," Clara informed her.
Up the stairwell the pair went and into Emeline's living quarters. Of course Clara could not help but look around as the woman spoke. There was little to be critical about really. She liked the place.
"Here it is! My luxury home...but at least the kitchen downstairs will keep it warm in the winter!"
Clara nodded, "It is very homey. I think it is grand. Our farmhouse is warm enough but we are still having the occasional issues with the roof leaking and ranch cattle trampling our vegetable garden. We get along now though with the Lost Lake ranch but the Evergreen ranch is - to be blunt - a congress of louts."
"It is your place, your risk," Clara pointed out but of course there was no real risk. Oh maybe that it would not turn out to taste as good as they both hoped and had labored for.
Clara watched her cut into it with the fork then take a bite. All seemed well until suddenly the woman went dramatic on her acting like she had just been poisoned. Not that Clara ever saw an actual poisoning mind you. If Emeline's attempt was to scare her, it failed miserably. But it showed she had a sense of humor, something Clara was oft told she needed to work on.
"I guess this means it's my place now," Clara remarked cool as a cucumber.
Emeline sat up, laughing. "It really is good! That part is a success! Do you remember what we put in it?"
"Look, a miracle!" Clara feigned shock at the woman's instant recovery.
But on a more serious note, Clara nodded, "Of course I do. I have an excellent memory. If you wish I can sit down and write you out the recipe?"
Emeline had just placed the last of the fruit filled turnovers onto the table, of course they would need to cool some since they were right out of the oven. Clara looked on with a healthy mix of pride and building hunger. They certainly looked good. The beef filled ones had been baked first so they were also lined up on the far end of the table, untasted as of yet but ready by now to be sampled, one would not burn the mouth at this point.
"The place smells heavenly. So I would certainly figure that since they all look and smell so tempting, they are going to taste delicious," Clara declared.
"It is your place and your ingredients so I think it is only fair you get to sample the first bite in our experiment," she gestured toward the beef side of the table.
"Let us take it one book at a time, if you can bring me Little Women that would wonderful. Once I finish and return that to you, then we can see about others," Clara thought that prudent then quickly added, "But no hurry, bring it whenever it is convenient, thank you."
The meat was now placed into a skillet whereupon Emeline had another question for her, "I think we should only cook that part way, since it will go in the oven after we put it in the dough...or do you think we can just cook it right in the dough?"
Clara pondered on it, "Well, I am not sure."
"But this is all experimentation, isn't it?" Laughing, Emeline added, "I guess we'll see."
"Well, if you put it that way," Clara smiled but had made her decision, "I believe we should cook it part way at least. For safety sake. But it is your business after all so your call."
"Oh yes, nutmeg too, I had forgotten that one. We seldom had any, probably why I did," Clara shrugged.
The topic changed to books, the two had that in common also besides just baking and cooking. They both loved books. Clara listened to her tell of the titles she had read and in some cases owned. Interesting.
"Oh I have read James Fennimore Cooper's works, all five of his novels. I even read Last of the Mohicans to Wyatt who enjoyed it. He loved the bloody battles and such," Clara remarked then added, "I agree with you about Dickens and then there is Nathaniel Hawthorne, too slow for my tastes."
"I have always wanted to read Little Women, I have heard good things about it. Plus a woman wrote it," Clara was intrigued, "If you are sure it is no trouble, I would love to borrow that one. I am a fast reader, I can have it back to you quite rapidly, I assure you."
Then Emeline brought up writing?
"No, I have not. I had not even given it any consideration to be honest. Do you write?" she turned that question right around on the woman.
Emeline fell in with her joke about herself, though Clara hoped it was just kidding and not that the woman agreed she was annoying. Clara was a realist and knew there were certainly people who would definitely agree with that assessment however. And as for her brother...
"Oh my, I pity anyone who would place any hope on getting much work out of Wyatt. On occasion, Father does accomplish that miracle but only because Wyatt enjoys some farm work. But then I should not be too hard on him, he is a boy after all," she declared the last part rather dismissively.
Then Emeline was back to their baking with another question. Clara was certain this was as much a test as any sort of written one in a school house only far more practical.
"Indeed, salt and pepper," she nodded thinking fast then adding, "If you have any garlic, mince that and add that. And though this might sound strange, my mother would on occasion add just a touch of cinnamon to some of her meat dishes but be careful to not overdo it. She told me the English always did this. Not that she was English, mind you. She must have read about that. My mother loved to read all sorts of books. I do too when I can get my hands on them."
"Oh, that is good.... that you like the building," Clara nodded, it was hard to tell because she was almost always so solemn if she was serious or making an attempt at sarcasm.
"Indeed, towns do fail on occasion. Look at Whitefish, they say people are leaving there faster than new folk arrive. Simple arithmetic there states that the town is in trouble. I myself have not been there but Father believes it to be a thieves' den," she gave her own view on the matter.
Emeline suddenly grew amused whilst dicing up the carrots remarking about the possibility a prince from Paris could sweep her away from this place at which point she would give it over to the girl. A pipe dream that, Clara inwardly scoffed but the woman was not serious about any of it.
"Marvelous and then I shall have to run the place all by myself," she sighed overdramatically, "Unless I can find some annoying girl to offer herself as an employee. What are the odds on that?"
"Carrots, yes.....adds an extra flavor to it. But carrots need more cooking than onions or potatoes or they remain quite firm to the chewing. Perhaps we should boil them first then cut them up to add to the mixture? Of course I fully admit you would know better about these sorts of things as you have been doing this longer than I," Clara made a minor point but was perfectly willing to be corrected on the matter.
As for her father visiting the place, the woman had no objections. Clara did not think she would have so no surprise there.
"Excellent, I am confident you two will get along. My father is very calm, easy going," she assured the woman.
"So what do you think of this town? Are you content here? I have my reasons for asking. For I would be making a critical mistake if I took up employment here only to have you pull up stakes and leave. Surely you understand my concern?"
"I believe it is the nature of cats," Clara gave her view on it but the talk moved to more important matters.
"I must of course get my father's permission but I do not anticipate any issue there. He trusts me. It is a possibility he just might drop by to meet you - just so you know," Clara now answered.
"I could make it most days, except Sunday of course. Currently I work three days a week but I am capable of doing more should you wish. Starting early is not an issue though keep in mind, I need to get here and I do live outside of town. However, we have a horse and I am a more than capable rider. I do suspect though that Father will not be willing to tolerate me having to travel in the darkness at night so nothing too late."
As for the meat pies, Clara thought on it a few seconds before answering that too, "Onions go well with beef, we could dice up an onion? Oh and perhaps potatoes, boil up one and dice that too?"
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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