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Hector Wigfall

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About Hector Wigfall

  • Telegraph Operator

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Lucas Jade Zumann
  • Full Name
    Hector Mark Wigfall
  • Goes By
    Wigfall
  • Profession
    Telegraph Operator, sometime print compositor and mandolin player
  • Position
    Western Union Operator
  • Birth Date
    12/25/1856
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    5'10"
  • Hair Color
    Black
  • Eye Color
    Brown

Physical Description

Wiry frame, fast runner. Good looking, and knows it, in stark contrast to his twin sister Jemima.

Traits & Characteristics

Something of a know all. Hates his twin sister but will knock the block of any man that insults her. Ambitious. 

Employment

Started as a telegraph operator at his father's Western Union telegraph office when he was 15, is now one of the fastest despatchers and receivers on the line. Does occasional work for the Kalispell Union as a compositor, especially when hot news comes in on the wire and a special edition has to be put out quickly. As a child he and Jemima had fiddle and mandolin lessons respectively, he excelled, she was tone deaf, now he plays both with enough skill to pick up extra cash as a musician on occasion.

Expertise

Single finger Morse operation, 26 Key Hughes Printing Telegraph, would also be able to send and receive using the new Baudot code if only his Father and Western Union would adopt it.

News print composition.

Fiddle and 'tater bug mandolin.

Aliases / Nicknames

Wiggy (to old school pals) Heck.

Residense(s)

Mrs Wigfall's Boarding House, Kalispell.

Kith & Kin

Father George Wigfall, Western Union Office Manager.

Mother Mary Wigfall, Boarding House Mistress.

Younger Sister (by five minutes) Jemima Andrea Wigfall, Scrubber and cleaner.

Life Events

Born: Hector Lupin Wigfall, Christmas Day 1856, Kalispell, Montana

School: 1861-1870

Work for Western Union, 1870-Present, 'Fastest Finger in the West'

Fill in Compositor for Kalispell Union 1873-

Plays fiddle and mandolin for local frolics for extra cash

 

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Recent Posts

  1. Hector Wigfall
    "Oh? I did not see that coming," she lied expertly, Ara was a bad influence there.
     
    "Sorry, I... I didn't mean to be forward!" Hector stuttered. Had he gone and blown it? 
     
    "I suppose you have kissed quite a few girls before, as handsome as you are?"
     
    "Kissed girls? Well sure I have, I..." His head drooped and he waggled it from side to side. "No, not really, except Arabella Mudd, and she doesn't count, that was just a... that was just a dare. My sister made me do it. And she didn't like it, Arabella. Guess I'm a just a lousy kisser." he sighed.
     
    "Well, I have an admission to make, I have never been kissed by a boy ," Miriam revealed.
     
    That brought a sort of smile back to Hector's glum features "You haven't? I'm kinda glad" he admitted "Even though that makes us a plum pair of kissing virgins. I bet if we tried it, we'd probably miss and end up on other sides of the room." he joked, not realising that because Miriam hadn't kissed any boys, that in no way made her unpractised in the art. hector felt a little bit of confidence returning.
     
    "However that said, I am more than willing to experience new things....with boys," she added, maybe she shouldn't have tossed in the last two words.
     
    Hector had a look of determination about him now. This wasn't how it went in his fantasies, be they romantic ones or sexual ones, but he saw the route ahead clearly now. "Listen Miriam: you wanna try new things with boys and, well, I wanna try new things with girls, I mean, with you... sorta specifically. I'm just scared I... well, I might do it wrong or things might not work exactly right..." his big fear was that when push came to shove, he might not be able to rise to the occasion. "... but if we try it, just nice and slow and gentle and if there's anything we don't like, well, we just tell each other and... you know... we'll stop doing that thing." 
     
    It sounded more like a business negotiation than making love, but it would have to do.
     
    "I... I'm gonna try and kiss you right now... just on the cheek... that all right?" he asked and hesitantly moved slowly forward on his hands and knees "Just... just tell me to stop if you don't like it!" he advised her seriously, like he was about to pull a painful thorn out of her flesh.
     
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  2. Hector Wigfall
    "Yes, we have privacy in here and while it doesn't look like rain, even if it does we will be fine in here. I can just spread this blanket on the floor," Miriam answered.
     
    This might, indeed, be all his dreams come true, but it was moving pretty fast for Hector. He had sort of imagined a walk around the town, a halting chat, and maybe a tentative attempt at a peck on the cheek at the end... if he was feeling brave enough! His usual bravado had deserted him and he was scrambling around the unexplored depths of his soul to find out what had always lurked behind it. 
     
    "Is all this good with you, I don't want to do anything you do not wish to do," she added.
     
    "Oh, I wish to!" he nodded and reached for blanket "Here, let me!" Not that he thought he would be a superior blanket-spreader than the surprisingly confident Miss Kaufmann, he just wanted to indicate how keen he was on this idea.
     
    Soon they were nicely situated on the blanket, on the floor, and Hector considered the next hour. The prospect was actually pretty daunting: small talk, trying to eat without getting food all down his front, trying to say the right thing, always wondering just how far he might get.... it was all too much: he suddenly heard himself say something which would probably ruin everything:
     
    "Miss Kaufmann, er, Miriam, listen... you... you look so beautiful today that... well.... can I give you a little kiss?? See, then I won't have to worry about if you're ever going to let me kiss you, and, well, I can get on enjoying talking to you and, er, eating this nice picnic you brought along!" he kicked himself even as he said it, impatient fool! 
     
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  3. Hector Wigfall
    "Clara Lutz hates me!"  Hector blurted.
     
    "Oh, I'm sorry. I did not realize. Why ever would she do such a thing?" Miriam was surprised by that bit of info.
     
    "I think she thinks I'm a big swollen headed braggart or something, I dunno." he looked at his feet. Actually, this was less embarrassing to talk about than hearing Miriam's compliments. Gee, you you went to all this trouble to impress a girl, and when it worked, it was kinda painful! Who knew?!
     
    "I guess she's right in a way." he shrugged. He blamed Jemima: she had such a rambunctious personality, he'd always felt the need to go one better in loudness. He looked glum, but Miriam quickly moved them out of this impasse.
     
    "Anyhow, the food is still good. Plus I also brought a bottle of wine. To drink....I mean we have to have something to wash the food down. Can you have wine?"
     
    "Wine?! Well, no, yeah, I mean sure!" he stammered. Boy, Miriam Kaufmann was sure full of surprises. He was going to say something lame about 'already being drunk on your beauty' but thankfully refrained: instead he surreptitiously pinched himself to make sure this wasn't all just some crazy dream which he would wake up from sweating and moaning.
     
    He drank beer in the saloon, but had only ever had wine on certain fancy family occasions. He couldn't hold his licker quite as well as his twin sister could.
     
    "Are we eating here or somewhere else?" he asked like a lost child. in his dreams, he'd been calling the shots, but this quiet 'shy' girl with the darkly angelic looks seemed to have taken the reins of this particular little red wagon.
     
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  4. Hector Wigfall
    "I actually don't think we look at all alike, other than the color of our hair," Miriam smiled, suddenly amused.
     
    It took a second for him to realise she was joking. Shy, beautiful girls could make jokes? He knew plain, loudmouthed ones could. And did. A goofy smile slowly decorated his face. 
     
    "But no he spends enough time here during the week, he never wants to go near the place on weekends. Well especially, Saturday...but the work crew do not work on Sundays either," she explained to set his mind at ease.
     
    Hector nodded, he sympathised. "Kinda like I avoid the Telegraph Office when I'm off shift" he agreed. 
     
    "You look very beautiful today, Miriam, did you make that dress?"
     
    "Oh thank you, but no I did not. I brought it with me when my family moved west," she answered promptly but then added, "You look handsome too."
     
    He couldn't in all consciousness agree, that would look immodest, so he gave an embarrassed "Ahhh, get outta here!" Then hoped  she realised that was just an idiom, and she wouldn't think he meant for her to leave!
     
    "Umm, I hope you are hungry? It's fried chicken....cold though. And a small loaf of freshly baked bread from the Lick Skillet. Do you ever eat there? Their food is superb. Your friend, Clara, works there but I suppose you already know that?"
     
    She was close to him now! Thank Bob he'd had that bath, and put a clean shirt on! Gosh, she looked so pretty and so very close and he could smell the nice perfume of her hair, and, oh heck, he hadn't been listening to her! 
     
    "Clara Lutz hates me!" he blurted out, just glad he'd listened to the last part.
     
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  5. Hector Wigfall
    "Hello......" she almost said Mr. Wigfall but rallied, "Hector. I am happy to see you could make it. I hope this place does not ....bother you?"
     
    Hector's heart was thumping from the shock, but as it calmed down it started to thump again, just at the sight of the dark eyed beauty standing before him in a plain but pretty dress, toting a picnic basket and blanket of all things. Did that mean she wanted to leave here and go and sit in a field somewhere, or were they going to stay here? Weird though this place was, he liked the privacy of it.
     
    "I thought you were your Pa!" he smiled, bashful at his jumpiness. He looked around. "No I like this place plenty. You Pa's done a good job on it" Damn, why did he keep mentioning her Father?! Move on, move on....
     
    "You look very beautiful today, Miriam, did you make that dress?" Jesus, what a stupid thing to say! Of course she made it, she was a god-damn seamstress.
     
    "What's in the basket?" Lord, could his conversation get any more inane? And was that sweat running down the inside of his shirt?!
     
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  6. Hector Wigfall
    Mature Content: Hector hopes so, but we'll see!
    Author: Hector Wigfall
    With: Miriam Kaufmann
    Location: Kaufmann's Fine Meats
    When: Summer 1876
    Time of Day: Sunday Morning
     

     
    He'd received the note all right, and he was as mystified as he was excited. Instead of meeting out in the open after church today, Miriam - ah, beautiful Miriam! - Miriam had let him know that she wanted to meet him in cognito in the building that would very soon be her father's new butcher's shop. It even described how to surreptitiously enter the property on the Main Street of Kalispell.
     
    And now here he was. A little early, that was true, but still, being here alone amongst the hooks that were hanging down ready to greet their eventual burden of dead, slaughtered animals, he started to feel some misgivings. Maybe this was a trick. Maybe it was all a big joke on him and suddenly the door would fling open and there would be Miriam, and Jemima and maybe Arabella and Caroline Mundee and Anæsthesia and Nurse Leane and well maybe even the whole town, laughing and pointing at his gullibility. 
     
    Even worse, maybe Miriam's pop had found out about their secret tryst and had sent the note to lure him to this place and dispose of him with a great big butcher's knife for daring to chase after his daughter! Hector gulped and eyed the bright steel hooks hanging from the ceiling. He wished he hadn't been named after some big hero from the olden days - it only made him more aware of his own cowardice in these sorts of situations.
     
    Then he thought he heard a noise behind him and actually yelped out loud as he fair jumped out of his own skin. 
     
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  7. Hector Wigfall
    "I could do , well either of those things, but Deputy Wentworth has to survive the fight first. Twenty rounds, that one hell of a beating on wither of them." Speed related.
     
    "Oh geez, yeah. Gosh. Poor Deputy Wentworth, huh? Yeah, I've been helping Bobby train, he's er... well, let's just say I wouldn't put any money on ol' Charlie there." shrugged Hector. 
     
    "Now, I do have Marshals McNue and Cook who, have been left to help out, but they are here for Leah Steelgrave's hospital project more than anything, though I could talk to them about it."
     
    The obliging lad nodded at the names, but wouldn't have known which of the two strangers was which. Oh well, it was just an off the cuff idea, he wasn't heavily invested in it enough to fight for it.  
     
    "But you know, there is a lot of waiting around to see what happens, and are they, Love, and the Steelgrave gang, really headed this way, to Kalispell? And what is their intent? That is if they come here. There are too many questions, too may variables. So we get to sit and wait, and see what happens."
     
    Hector had to admire the Marshal's sand. Had he been in the man's boots, he would have been like a cat on a hot tin roof awaiting the potentially lethal confrontation that might be heading their way. And whereas Hector might get caught up in the carnage, the Marshal had the responsibility for ending it.
  8. Hector Wigfall
    Hector frowned.
     
    "Marshal Guyer, well, all this sitting around waiting for them fellers to come here and surprise us, well, why don't you just send a couple of fellers out to scout around for them? I mean, not to ambush them or get involved with 'em or anything, I know that's out of your official jurisdiction..." taking the minutes at the local Town Council meetings had allowed the quick witted lad to pick up such gems of administrative trivia "... just to kinda find 'em and trail 'em." he wondered out loud.
     
    "You could send Deputy Wentworth and our messenger Jake Lutz with him, case the Deputy wanted to send back a message. Lutzy knows the county between here and Missoula like the back of his hand." he offered other people's services for the potentially lethal mission with a sort of carefree and airy élan. 
     
    @Flip
     
     
  9. Hector Wigfall
    The Marshal explained, in no little detail, his thinking around Case Steelgrave's possible movements. To an extent, Hector wondered why he would bother telling all this to a 19 year old telegraph operator, but on the other hand he knew how helpful it was to express problems out loud to find a solution. Sometimes in the very explaining of a problem to an audience, even if it was just the family dog, the solution hit you between the eyes. 
     
    "Case is canny alright, his boys, not so much. Case may well have read the writing on the wall and got out ahead of the rest, or, they could have left in a bunch, depends on facts we don't have." 
     
    "Well, anything I can do to help, Sir. Just let me know."
     
    "Maybe there's something you can dig up on the wire about them. He and his boys could be headed back this way, maybe to old man Steelgrave's place.  See what you can dig up, I'll cover the cost."
     
    "Sure thing, Mr Guyer!" Hector replied excitedly. Wow, being an important part of a manhunt! Wait 'till he told... well, anyone who'd listen. "And no cost, Sir. Western union will always support The Law." he added, perhaps little pompously, patting the W.U. satchel at his side like it was some badge of office.
     
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  10. Hector Wigfall
    Hector listened to the marshal wondering out loud about both the lone Tom Love and the more mob handed Case Steelgrave & Co. heading Kalispell way, and whether the two phenomena were related in any way, and exactly where those parties were now and what they were planning. It was a conundrum all right. Modern communications could put you on high alert, but they could do little else to help you prepare, it seemed!
     
    "I doubt they got a wire up in Big Flat, but hell, who knows. Maybe you'd do us all a favor and try it. If they do, then I'll have a handle on Case Steelgrave. I've my doubts he'd head back here, but there's the Evergreen, and there's me. So maybe it's a good idea to see what I can find out. If you wouldn't mind. I'll pay the rates."
     
    "Where exactly is Big Flat?" Hector frowned. If a place wasn't connected to the telegraph system, it didn't even exist in his mind. "Well, it isn't on the line, I know that for sure. But. still, we could wire through to Missoula. They'd have to come up here through Missoula wouldn't they, Sir, if they're coming from the the South?" Hector was quite enjoying this - playing at detectives.
     
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