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  1. "We know that there's four of you who don't want go to the dance but there are still twelve that do. Since we need another four to stay behind the only way to do this fairly is by lottery." Mike looked over at the hands gathered in the bunkhouse. The annual Spring Dance was a popular affair and most of the men were eager to go. He could see that they were all in agreement about whether or not they go would be a game of chance. He picked up the upturned hat that was on the table. "Inside this hat are twelve pieces of paper. Four of them will have a cross on it. If you get one of those you're staying behind." Ben raised his hand, "You part of this too?" "Yes, that includes me," Mike answered in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Afterwards if you want to negotiate with one another than that's up to you." As the men made their pick from the hat, the reactions to what they got ranged from joy to displeasure. Charlie, who even though still doing chores around the main house had already started his training, smiled as he looked at his piece of paper. He glanced over at Sam, who had obviously drawn one of the pieces with a cross on it. Seeing that Charlie was going, Sam got up but before he even reached his brother, Charlie put a hand up, "I'll save you the trouble. There's no way I'm giving this one away." Sam frowned before going over to Mike. "Well?" Mike smiled, "Sorry, it's a no from me as well." After a few minutes, Mike raised his voice, "All right, men. Now that we've got that sorted out, it's time for those of you on duty tonight to get out there. Don't want ole Sage thinking that we've gone and forgotten all about him. Remember, to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity." The men who had been assigned night duty, left the bunkhouse with a few of them trying to wrangle a deal that would let them go to the dance. Those left behind spent the remainder of the evening catching up on their mending or socialising with the others.
  2. Mature Content: No With: Matt Wentworth; Charles Wentworth, Sr. and anybody else (purely optional - just want to leave it open for others to join in) Location: Kalispell National Bank When: April 1876 Time of Day: Morning "Well, I have to hand it to you. When you say you're going to do something you really do it." Matt looked around at the bank's interior. It was about an hour or so before opening. Luke Johnson, the bank's main teller hadn't arrived yet and wouldn't be expecting a new boss. Watching his father inspect the area behind where the tellers worked, he couldn't help but smile a little. The man had only been in town for less than a week and after explaining why he had come here and why he was re-locating the whole family to this area, he mentioned looking for a business to buy to get a foothold in the community. Matt didn't expect it to be the bank. "Mr. Croft apparently has been wanting to move away and go live with his family in Helena for a while. My arrival provided him with a golden opportunity," Charles smirked, "And I guess it was one for me as well. He also sold me his house, which will save me some time. After he moves out, I will have a few months to make any repairs or changes before your mother arrives." "It'll take you a week or two to work out how things work here in the bank." "Thankfully, I already have substantial financial knowledge and managerial experience. Croft will be dropping by later on today to get me up to scratch on things. He wanted to give me the chance to introduce myself to the staff and explain the change in ownership." Managerial experience was something he knew his father didn't lack. The man had been trying to manage his sons' lives for years. So, when he told the four of them that he had finally albeit reluctantly come to the conclusion, that it was no use and that his sons' had to lead their own lives, they were all surprised. Charlie, the reason they thought he had come to Kalispell for, was relieved to say the least. There would be no getting hauled off back to college for him. Matt knew that there was probably more to his father's change of heart but he decided that the man would tell them in his own time. For now, he was interested in making amends.
  3. As they were loading the buckboard with the rest of the supplies, Sam noticed that every time Mike went inside, the young girl he had seen early would stand transfixed watching his every move. Mike seemed not to notice but that was understandable since he was busy making sure the order was correct and safely loaded. After everything had been loaded, Sam got up on to the seat and waited for Mike, who was talking to Mr. Wilson. He could still see the mysterious girl every know and then look out the window with a look that he could only describe as admiration. A smile crept on his face as he realised that his older brother had made a conquest. It was still there when Mike boarded the wagon, "What's so funny," he asked. "Oh nothing," he said looking over to the window, "but I do think you should wave good-bye to your young friend." Mike looked over to the window and then back again to his brother, "She's still there? I suppose I'd better since I did save her life." "Saved her life?" "Yeah, apparently I rescued her from near death in Whitefish. She thanked me earlier and she's probably still feeling a bit grateful." Mike turned back to window, smiled, and waved before picking up the reins to start the horses moving. "I hope that's the end of that." "The end?" Sam frowned before another smile formed on his face, "You know she is a tad young for you." The look Mike gave him, made Sam laugh out loud, "C'mon, how could you not see that she thinks you are her beautiful dreamer." Sam watched the scowl appear on Mike's face and he knew that his brother had noticed. Also, mentioning his favourite song was a sure way of hitting a nerve. Deep down, they both knew that it was friendly ribbing but still he could see that Mike wasn't happy about the prospect of having an unwanted admirer. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up, "It can't be that bad." Mike shook his head slightly, "I don't know for sure but one thing I do know is that I aim to avoid Miss Arabella Mudd as much as I can until her feelings of gratitude towards me subside."
  4. "Oh yes, I do too, I need to get back to work soon at the diner. Nice talking to you, Mr. Wentworth. Please give my regards to those at the ranch, I do miss them. Most of them," Clara now seized on the opening to make her own strategic retreat. "And a good day to you Miss Clara," Mike answered as he tipped his hat towards her. Turning back to the other girl, Mike saw that she had extended her hand as she thanked him. Shaking her hand was a more safer option than the one she had presented him earlier, he took and gave it a slight sake before letting it go. He was about to say goodbye, when his brother Sam came out, "Mike, Mr. Wilson's finished putting the last of that order together." "Thanks," he replied, feeling a bit relieved that he could now depart with a more plausible reason. Smiling, he turned to Arabella, "It's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance and once again I'm glad to see that you have recovered from your ordeal."
  5. Mike pretended not to see the hand offered in what he suspected, waiting for him to bestowed a kiss upon it. Growing up in Washington D.C. society, he knew that a kiss on the hand could be interpreted in a number of ways. Due to the experiences he had had in the past, he had made up his mind long ago that the only women, whose hands he would be kissed would those he was romantically inclined towards and Miss Mudd was not one of them. Instead he opted for a half bow, hoping that would satisfy the girl. "It's nice to finally know your name." Your wife? Raising an eyebrow, Mike was about to say something when she suddenly invited Clara to come and inspect the goods he had in the wagon. Then she was chattering about where she worked and what she did there. There was some mention about him not drinking spirits, which was sort of true. He preferred beer but now and then he would have a whiskey when he felt like having something stronger. Somehow, it was beginning to look like one of those times. Looking over at Clara, he suspected that if she had been old enough, she probably would have one herself. Part of him wanted to tell her yes but since he was raised to be a gentleman, he shook his head slightly, "No, Miss Mudd, I think you have an unique way of saying things." In a way it was the truth but since he probably wouldn't be seeing her again any time soon, he thought that her behaviour might be a result of the ordeal she had been through. If her prattling on was a way to deal with what happened then he didn't right in making her upset. Hopefully, the people at the Stardust would help her out. Knowing that time was running short and that he needed to start heading back to Lost Lake, he smiled graciously, "Well, I hate to cut our time short, Miss Clara and Miss Mudd, but I do have to get the rest of the supplies loaded."
  6. Sampler? Knight in shining armour? Mike frowned before quickly schooling his features. He wasn't sure why the girl was going on about wanting to thank him or remember the event. What he done, he would have done for anybody who was in trouble. "There's no need to thank me, miss. I only did what I had to do." The girl then turned to Clara and asked her for an introduction. Seeing that Clara was starting to get annoyed, or maybe she already was, he couldn't really tell as Clara was always very serious and sensible, he decided to save her the trouble and introduce himself. It had a been a while since he had formally presented himself to anyone, he simply tipped his hat again and smiled, "Mr. Michael Wentworth, at your service, Miss?"
  7. Mike shifted a little. He wasn't quite sure what to say. The disaster at Whitefish was unexpected and there had been a lot people needing help that day. In fact, those few days were now a bit of blur as he had already forgotten most of it and had moved on to other things. The young girl was apparently one of those he had rescued, and since he did want to to disappoint or make her upset, he just smiled graciously and tipped his hat, "It was the least I could do in the situation, ma'am. I'm glad to see that you have recovered from your ordeal." Looking over to Clara, he smiled at her, "It's nice to see you again, Miss Clara. When I heard you had taken a job at the Lick Skillet, I was surprised and I wasn't the only one. In fact, it was the talk of the bunkhouse for about a week. Most of the hands thought you were content with teaching the Thornton children. No-one expected you to leave." @Wayfarer @Javia
  8. Mike stepped out of the General Store and walked towards the buckboard that was parked out front. It had been a long winter and he was glad to be back working outside. They had just finished the spring roundup and it was time to tackle the repairs the ranch needed. There were fences and line shacks to be repaired but they needed the materials to get it done. He was in town getting what he could and ordering the rest. Now, that the snows were melting, the freight wagons were back on schedule. Pulling out his notebook and pencil which had the list of supplies that he had to get, he checked the wagon and ticked off each item that had already been loaded. Dan Wilson, the general store owner was still finishing off the order. Sam, who had come into town with him was also in the store talking with a townsman about the upcoming elections. Seeing that all was well with the load so far, Mike started to head back into the store, trying to remember the name of the man, Sam was talking to. He had been too pre-occupied with making sure the orders were being taken down, that he had failed to take notice of what his brother had said. Usually, he paid attention to these things but today he was busier than usual due to the large amount of supplies they to get and the limited time to get it done since the days still short. As he turned to go back in, he heard a loud cry. Looking around to see where it came from, he was perplexed as the people around him hadn't seemed to notice or if they did, they had ignored it. Shrugging his shoulders, he was about to give up when he saw Clara approaching the store with some girl clinging to her arm. @Wayfarer @Javia
  9. "The future of Kalispell? That sounds a bit ominent. I hope it isn't that bad." "It could be," Ben answered, "It all depends on you ask." Leaning forward in his chair, he sighed deeply, "Kalispell is a good town and we all want the best for it. The town has been offered a couple of concessions in exchange for land to build a hospital and an orphanage. The hospital and orphanage will be privately funded by one person." Charles frowned, "I don't understand. If the town doesn't need to worry about financing this project, then what's the problem?" "The financing and in particular the person doing it is the problem. If the town council agrees to this project, then the land and not to mention the hospital and orphanage will be owned by a Steelgrave." "I think you better start at the beginning." Ben nodded, "I think you're right. When you know what the problem is, I'm sure you will understand why we need your help." For the next few minutes, Ben told Charles about the Steelgraves and their history in the area. When he had finished, he leaned back in his chair. "As you can see, we are in a bit of a quandary. Even though Leah says that her father has nothing to do with her plans and that she is estranged from him, there's always the possibility of them reconciling their differences and getting together on this." "I see," Charles replied. He already had an idea of where this was going but he wanted to know more. "A hospital and orphanage is important but since you don't want a Steelgrave to fund it or be in charge then you have to find another solution. What does the town council want to do?" "To put it simply, the town council feels that we should find a way to do this ourselves. People in town are aware of Miss Steelgrave's plan since she has had a lot of stories written about it in our local newspaper and therefore we can't say no to her unless we have a plan of our own. We already have some local business owners interested in investing, but they wish to remain anonymous as they do business with the Steelgraves. The bank has decided to stay out of it all together since it can't be seen as favouring one side over the other. So, we're looking for major investors and please forgive me on this, but since I knew you were coming, I wanted to ask you to invest in our town. Hence, the reason why I asked you delay here before heading to Kalispell." Looking at his old friend, Charles could see the hint of desperation. Whoever these Steelgraves were, they were a force to be reckon with. The least he could do, was to see if the town was worth the investment. "All right, tell me what you want to me do and I'll see. I can't promise anything until I look over the town and hear what the town council has to say. I may also want to do some investigating of my own before I make my final decision." Ben smiled, "That's all I ask. For you to consider what we propose is more than enough and more than I could ask you to do. It's a pity your sons don't know you the way I do." Lowering his head, Charles sighed, "Yes, I've made a lot of mistakes over the years where they are concerned. A large part of the problem, was my own dogged determination to have them be what I wanted them to be and not what they wanted to be. A lot of things have happened in the last six months or so that's made me start to think about my life and what I have should have done." Ben placed his hand on Charles's shoulder, "It's called getting older and wiser, and we all get there sooner or later. I just hope it's not too late." "Thanks, I hope it's not either," Charles lifted his head up and pulled out his pocket watch, "Well, it's nearing lunch, so how about we go downstairs to the dining room and we can talk this over some more."
  10. Mature Content: No With: Charles Wentworth Sr and Judge Ben Robertson Location: Helena, Montana When: Late March 1876 Time of Day: Morning Charles looked at his watch for what was probably the fourth time in the last ten minutes. His old friend was due at any minute and he was anxious to know why he had come all this way to speak with him when they could have done so in Kalispell. He had left Washington as soon as he could and thankfully it had been a trouble-free trip so far. The plan had to been to find either a stagecoach or hire someone to take him the rest of the way to Kalispell. The snow was already melting making the trip there impossible. It was a trip he had wanted to make for some months, ever since he had found out that Charlie had quit college and headed west to be with his brothers. The imminent arrival of his first grandchild and the coming winter had made it impossible to go back then. In a way, it was a good thing the mission to go get Charlie and drag him back to college had been delayed. It had given time for him to calm down and along with a few other things that had taken place in the last few months, a chance to re-assess his motives and relationship with his sons. Even Becky had her say and what she said had made sense. Even though, he would always try to convince one or more of his sons to join him Washington, deep down he knew that they had made their own paths just like he did. Picking up the telegram that he had received upon his arrival in Helena, he re-read it. Ben had asked him to stay at Helena until he could get there as he had something important to discuss. The telegram had been a surprise as his last correspondence with Ben was in late November. A knock at his room door, alerted him to the fact that his guest had arrived. Going over to the door, he opened it and smiled, "Ben, it's great to see you. Come right in." Judge Ben Robertson, smiling a bigger smile, entered the room and shook hands with his old friend. They had both grown up together in Wilmington, Ohio and even though he was a couple of years old than Charles, they treated each other like brothers. When the time came to go their separate ways to seek their fortunes, he had gone westward, while Charles had headed east. They wrote to each on a regular basis and had even managed to see each other a few times over the years. The two men spent the next thirty minutes reminiscing and catching up with each other. Charles, reluctantly decided to get to the reason why Ben had wanted to see him now. "Your telegram said that it was important. I hope it has nothing to do with my sons." "No, they're not part of this, well at least not yet. We're hoping to ask Matt, but I wanted to ask you first. I have a business proposition for you and I'm hoping that you will agree to it. The stakes are high, and the future of Kalispell depends on it." TBC
  11. Ben turned to look at the newcomer. He had met Pike a while back and found him to an amiable sort of fellow. "No, you're fine. I only dropped by for a brief visit as I have to go and see the other members of the town council to decide on a date for this election. Hopefully, we should have it worked out by the end of the week. It will be no later than mid-April." He held out his hand to Speed, "Thanks for your time, marshal. I'll drop by later in the week." On his way out, Ben acknowledged Pike, "Nice to see you again. We can have a chat the next time I go over to the Lick Skillet for one of Mrs. Blakesley pies." As he opened the door, he gave a quick wave, "Have a good day, gentlemen." @Flip
  12. Ben nodded, "Yes, the family is a mess and as for Mrs. Steelgrave, I have been hearing rumours about town as to why she left. Some of them are very nasty and in my opinion, no woman should be talked about in that way, even if she is a Steelgrave." He paused before continuing, "As for Miss Steelgrave, you may not see a threat but there are others that will. It goes hand in hand with being a Steelgrave. There are people in this town who have been or know someone who was the victim of Elias Steelgrave's brand of justice or business tactics. Miss Steelgrave will have to prove that she is not her father's daughter and that is a battle I do not envy her." @Flip
  13. "Well, Scott Cory, your predecessor, said he was going to run for mayor. He knew he was getting too old to be a lawman but he still wants to help the town in some way. As for county sheriff we have no idea," Ben replied. "We have to be careful as Elias Steelgrave will do what he can get someone he can control into either position. Hopefully, the good people of this town will not make that happen. However there is a now a large contingent of ex-Whitefish residents who will probably make their homes here and some of them owe the Steelgraves in one way or another." @Flip
  14. Ben sighed heavily as he watched Leah leave. Turning back to Speed, he just shook his head. "Unfortunately, I had no choice. Even if her intentions are honourable, there's a lot of people who are very wary of anything that has the Steelgrave name behind it, including myself." "Her mentioning the town needing a mayor is one of the reasons why I came by today. We've been giving permission to hold both a mayoral and county sheriff election. I wanted to let you know before I make the announcement that nominations are open since you will have to work with both men." @Flip

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