Lucinda is a woman of average height and weight. She has blue eyes, fair skin, eyebrows that give her a perpetually quizzical expression, and curly blonde hair. She keeps her hair pulled back in a chignon as is appropriate for a married woman and tends to wear an outfit consisting of a white blouse, patterned shirtwaist, and several different colored skirts. However, she is not opposed to wearing trousers if the situation calls for it, like the winter she spent alone after her husband's death.
Traits & Characteristics
Lucinda has a sense of humor, fun, and mischief that was not knocked out of her at finishing school and that has not dulled during her married life and hardships. She likes to test each boundary and rule to see how far she can bend it without breaking it. She is generally perceptive and good at interacting with others, but when it comes to people of a "lower class," she does not know quite how to relate to them and may become slightly more introverted and aloof-seeming. Moving out west has helped with this, but there are times when she longs for the society back home that she grew up with. She enjoyed flirting with Francis and might engage in harmless, coquettish flirting as learned at finishing school, but she never means for anything to come of her flirting.
Lucinda has never had "a job," but she spent time at a finishing school back east before getting married, and then took on the responsibilities of a housewife. Since her husband's death, she has been searching for a place to settle down and some way to make money. She feels a little lost since the west is so different from her home in the east. Her ideal employment would be a governess, but those positions are few and far between out west. Right now her morale is low, and she is considering anything...anything.
Lucinda is an "accomplished" woman who is well-educated and is capable of running a household, but her passion is learning. She is fluent in French and knows a smattering of Spanish and Latin. Although she has sold many of her belongings in order to pay Francis's debts, she has managed to keep her most precious possessions - her books - and rereads them often. She knows everything there is to know about etiquette and how to entertain in polite society, and she even has a decent voice, but her acting and performing skills are lacking.
After spending a winter by herself, she knows how to care for livestock and how to live simply, but she considers it a miracle that she survived the winter alone. Francis showed her how to shoot a gun, but she has never yet shot an animal or human, and is rather frightened by the idea of guns.
Aliases / Nicknames
Kith & Kin
Francis Dietrich - deceased
A stillborn son
Two unborn children who were miscarried
Ambrus and Abigail Goodwin
1845 - Born in Harrisburg, PA to wealthy parents.
1860-1863 - Attends finishing school in Philadelphia.
1863 - "Comes out" into society and is engaged to Francis within the year.
1864-1865- Suffers one miscarriage early in her marriage, but enjoys married life until the Francis goes off to fight in the War between the States.
1866 - Francis returns home from the war with a bullet scar in his arm and decides to make a new start out west. He and Lucinda spend a few years preparing and saving money, then begin the long journey across the country and reach Idaho in early 1872. Lucinda miscarries while they are traveling.
1872-1873 - Francis and Lucinda stake a claim, build a house, and start making their homestead into a home. Francis, not being a born and bred farmer, buys far too much seed and supplies, all on credit, and is not able to harvest enough to break even for the year. Lucinda becomes pregnant and gives birth to a stillborn son in late 1872. Their second year of homesteading goes better, but Francis's debt increases slightly still.
October 13, 1873 - Francis dies from consumption.
1873-1874 - Lucinda tries to keep the homestead going, but wintering on the homestead by herself is much too hard and Francis's debts are too great, so she sells the homestead and makes plans to travel back to Harrisburg.
Late June, 1875 - Arrives in Kalispell on her way back east, but realizes her money has nearly run out.
Aurelian had a point about all farms being similar. Lucinda knew that his farm wouldn't be grand. It was a farm, not a ranch, after all. But his farm was a farm, not a homestead. A homestead was only the beginning of a farm, and Francis had left her all alone on a homestead.
"Of course you miss her," Lucinda said sympathetically. "She's your daughter." Not that she knew what it felt like to have a daughter, or a child past infancy. But she knew how easy it was to get attached to children, even those that weren't her own.
Aurelian luckily had a solution to her problem, and a quick one at that. It almost made her wonder if he'd been thinking about asking her this for a while. "Well, you make it sound so easy. So...yes," she said with a smile.
Then, remembering that she was technically at work, she grabbed Aurelian's empty pie plate and headed back for the kitchen, beckoning to him. "Don't feel like you have to rush off. But don't forget Wyatt's pie when you do leave."
Lucinda stared at the table, absorbing Aurelian's sympathy. She knew everyone out here dealt with loss in one way or another, but Aurelian's loss seemed so similar to hers. It made the loneliness seem less lonely.
She was surprised by Aurelian's proposed outing to the farm and stared at him open-mouthed for a moment. Then, slowly recovering her sense of propriety and ability to talk, she nodded. "When I left the homestead, I never wanted to see another farm again. But your farm...it sounds different than the one I left. So...yes, Aurelian, I would be happy to go out to the farm with you."
She smiled at the last bit of Aurelian's invitation. "I would be happy to cook a meal while I am out at the farm, but I'm sure it would be a better meal if Clara cooked it."
Some of the sparkle had come back into her eyes at the prospect of going out to the farm. But then she realized there was a problem. "I don't own a horse. How would I get out to the farm?" She knew very well how she could get out to the farm - ask someone from town going out that way to take her - but if Aurelian offered to fetch her she wouldn't refuse him.
Lucinda's eyes widened. Clara was pregnant? Newly married Clara? She wondered if Jacob knew. The shock on her face was evident as she stared at Aurelian. Luckily, she didn't have to respond since Aurelian continued.
It's going to complicate their lives alright. I know that well, having been a father three times," he added, then figured he should explain, "We did lose a child at birth sadly."
Lucinda looked down at the table, her shock dissolving into sadness, both for Aurelian and for herself at the reminder of her own dead children. "I was pregnant three times." She stopped and swallowed away the grief, not planning on saying anything else unless Aurelian asked her.
The conversation moved on to Clara's pies. Lucinda was impressed that Clara had won prizes for her pies. She smiled at Aurelian's fatherly bragging. "I didn't know that. She doesn't seem like the type to boast about her own accomplishments, though. And...to be fair...we only met today."
She sobered at the mention of Clara's mother. "Why, yes, that makes sense. Emeline strikes me as a very motherly type. I think she's the reason I wanted to stay, even if I didn't realize it at the time."
"Well, Clara seems happy," Lucinda ventured. "I hope her life with Jacob is easy." She looked down at her hand which still clasped Aurelian's, and finally let go, grinning at Wyatt's philosophy about marriage and girls.
"Enjoy him hating girls while you can," she said with a laugh. "Soon he'll be like Hector, following me around like I've bewitched him!"
At first she'd tried to be polite to Hector, but living with Jemima and Mrs. Wigfall had soon shown her a better way to deal with the young man. She let his sister or his mother take care of Hector, and just kept to her room when she wasn't eating.
"But never mind about Hector," she continued. "How was Clara's pie? Up to her usual standards?" She looked down at the empty plate. He had sure cleaned the plate up, so it must have been good.
Lucinda grinned at Aurelian's unnecessary explanation of what a lake was. "Oh, I thought those were rivers," she said, a touch of cheerful sarcasm in her words.
The mood dampened slightly as they began to talk about going back east, or in Aurelian's case, not going back east. He was in a different boat than she was. He had nothing to go back to, where she had her family.
"I know what you mean." She reached across the table to take his hand impulsively. She understood, even if she had given up Francis's homestead. It wasn't that she didn't care about everything they'd sacrificed, it was that she knew it was impossible for her to take care of the homestead on her own.
She looked down at their hands, and then up at him.
"So you're working the farm with Wyatt. What happens when he gets old enough to move away and get married?" It was a long time before Wyatt would actually be old enough to marry, but it was worth thinking about.
Lucinda began to feel more at home around Aurelian and his humor. Humor always helped any situation, especially one like this one that could have proved quite awkward if they both did not have a sense of humor. Sitting across from him, she felt much less flustered than she had felt back in the church.
She listened intently as Aurelian described his farm. She should have realized the difference between a farm and a ranch before now, but had not. But now she knew. Francis hadn't wanted to be a rancher, he'd wanted to be a farmer like Aurelian.
"A lake," she murmured, her eyebrows rising. Francis had had to dig a well for them to get water for themselves and their animals. Would it have made any difference if they had had a lake? Probably not. Anyway, Aurelian was right. The good did come with the bad. Having a lake might have led to other problems.
When he finished speaking, she waited for a few seconds, her eyebrows furrowed. "You would never want to go back east? That wouldn't be starting over...would it?"
For her, it wouldn't be. She could go back to her family, to society, and to comfort. But it would be as a widow, not as an unmarried woman fresh from her societal debut. Would that change her life back east? Out here she was still considered marriageable.
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It turned out that Aurelian's mind was working the same way Lucinda's was, and he wasn't afraid to voice his opinion on what his son-in-law and daughter might be doing upstairs.
Lucinda returned Aurelian's mischievous grin, although her cheeks were flushed slightly. "You haven't said anything I wasn't thinking. I'm not sure it would be considered decent, but..." she looked around the kitchen and then shrugged. "No one else is around to tell us it's indecent!"
She put a fork on the saucer and pushed the piece of pie toward him. "Here. Whatever happens, you should eat your pie." She poked her head out into the empty diner and glanced back at him, her eyes dancing a bit.
"In fact...why don't we sit down out here?" She beckoned him out of the kitchen. Clara wouldn't mind, would she? There was no one else in the diner and the dishes were done. She and Aurelian could have a nice grownup conversation while Clara and Jacob had a nice grownup time in their room.
"Tell me about your farm," she said as she sat down at a table. "Do you raise crops, or cattle?"
Lucinda nodded as Aurelian gave his opinion on how Kalispell and the surrounding areas would change in the near future. "Pardon my saying so, but I think it's mostly good. This country could do with a little more civilization."
She left it at that, not wanting to seem too finicky and spoiled, and moved on to Aurelian's comments on Clara's marriage and the hardships he had to go through to get baked goods. "I'm sure your visits mean as much to her as they do to you," she said with a smile. It was clear that both father and daughter thought very highly of each other.
She cut two pieces of pie from the pan - not too large, but not tiny slivers either - and wrapped one up for Aurelian to take back to Wyatt. The other one she left in the pan as she looked over at Aurelian again.
"Shall I wrap this one up for you, or would you like to eat it here? I'm sure Clara will be down in a few minutes if you'd like to eat while you wait." Her eyes darted up towards the ceiling where Clara and Jacob had disappeared.
To tell the truth, she wasn't sure if Clara would be down right away. Jacob had just gotten home from a trip, and he and Clara were newly married. What if the young couple decided they wanted to...well...have sex right then and there since they'd been apart for so long? Her cheeks flushed at the thought.
Lucinda watched the banter between Clara and Aurelian with a smile, inwardly rejoicing at the thought of being alone with Aurelian, but also having misgivings. Was it right to flirt with her employer's father?
The moment came when Jacob and Clara left arm in arm and the two older adults were left together. Aurelian asked if she had decided to stay in Kalispell, and she had to answer in a way that made sense.
"I'm staying for the time being," she clarified. "My intent was to go back east, but now..."
She looked away, not sure how to talk about what had changed her mind. It wasn't just meeting Aurelian. It was something about realizing that if she went back, she'd be dependent on her family again. She'd longed for that all winter. And now she wasn't sure if she wanted that.
"Now I think I might stay. Everyone here has been so kind to me. Like you said, good people."
She went over to the pie plate and uncovered it, glancing back at him. "You said a slice for you, and a slice for Wyatt, didn't you?"
She knew very well what he'd said, because everything he said seemed to be magnified in volume so that if there had been five people talking at once, she'd have been able to focus on Aurelian's words, and only Aurelian's words.
Lucinda continued aimlessly tidying things, listening to Jacob and Clara and Aurelian. When Aurelian spoke to her about getting paid for her work, she glanced back and smiled, but let Clara answer. And now that Aurelian and Clara were joking - yes, the solemn Clara was joking with her father! - Lucinda decided that a little flirting might not be amiss.
Or, at the very least, some return humor.
"After wintering alone, washing dishes seems easy," she said with a smile. Even though wintering alone had been a result of Francis's death, she had survived, and had grown from the experience. Not so much that she'd ever want to spend another lonely homestead winter, but enough that washing dishes felt like nothing.
She waited for an opening in the light-hearted conversation and then jumped in.
"Oh, dear. No Dutch apple pie for Mr. Redmond?" She grinned at Aurelian. "Whatever will you do? I'm sure no one else in town can make a pie to rival Clara's...except Mrs. Pike, and she's out of town."
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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