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Charles Wentworth Sr.

Wentworth Family Dinner

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With: The Wentworth Family and Ben Simons
Location: The home of Charles Wentworth Sr.
When: Saturday, 29 July 1876
Time of Day: Evening




Charles looked up at the clock and noted the time.  It was nearly six o'clock and Rebecca was adamant that the meal start at seven, so Charles expected his guests arrive at any time.  He smiled, they weren't exactly guests, they were all members of his family.  Charlie was already here as he had moved in shortly after becoming a deputy.  Right now he was helping his mother set the table, along with Natosi, the girl Mike and Sam had found a couple of months ago.


Tonight would be the first time that all of them would be together.  It was hard getting Mike and Sam in town at the same as they took turns coming in, so the date had to be set well in advance, so that Mike could make the necessary arrangements he needed to at Lost Lake.  Matt was always busy with the hotel or some business with the town council.  The meeting that had been held earlier in the month to discuss the hospital and orphanage had been a tumultuous one.  The fallout from that meeting was still being felt around town.


The last guest, was Ben, who was always welcome, even if he didn't quite approve of the man's activities.  Surprisingly, Ben had managed to stay out of any trouble since his arrival and was becoming somewhat of an entrepeneur with his plans to start a theatre.  Maybe there was some hope for his wayward nephew after all.


With nothing much else to do but sit and wait, Charles took a seat by the fireplace and started to read the newspaper.

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Sam and Mike had been the first to arrive, followed not long after by Ben and Matt.  Now that they were seated at the table and eating, Sam's mind drifted to the sight he had seen a few days ago.


He had been on the part of the Lost Lake Ranch that was farthest south.  Well, to be more precise, south-east, mending fences when he heard a strange sound.  In that part of the range there were fewer trees compare to the mountains on the northside, so he didn't have far to ride to find out what it was.  Heading towards Smith Lake, he crossed the border of the land owned by the Thorntons and into, what he had been told was an abandoned farm.


From what he knew about this part of the land, was it was owned by some farmer who had tried growing crops and failed.  As far as he knew there was no-one there now, but he soon found out that he was wrong.


As he rode closer to the lake, the noise became louder and started to become more familiar.  It had been a while since he had heard it but he recognised what it was.  What it was and meant was trouble.


Soon he came upon the sight.  The herd was small, but it was significant enough to worry a lot of people, especially the ranchers.  Looking around, he couldn't see anybody which in a way was a good thing.  Turning his horse, he had headed back to Lost Lake.  Thankfully, he had been on his own or the whole territory would know by now that there were sheep.


Looking around at his family, Sam decided not to mention anything to them.  In fact, he hadn't bothered saying anything to his bosses at Lost Lake.  He wanted to find out more about the sheep and those who owned them.  Maybe he could work out something with them first and then present it his boss, to see what they do.  It was better than going off half-cocked and starting some sort of war.



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