<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f2/Beardycox.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Avery Burnham<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs (1)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 14th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Burnham Detective Agency<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Letty<br/><hr/><br/>Sunday morning Letty was undeniably different than the one he’d met that night at Babel’s Tower.  Avery recalled the image of her muttering darkly at the counter, knocking back whiskey shots like a hardened sailor, only to end up swaying across the bar and yelling ‘doo dah’ along with the piano man at the top of her lungs.  That Letty had been…something of a character to put it politely.  This Letty on the other hand seemed tongue-tied and reticent, almost ashamed to speak to him at all.  From one extreme to another then.  He found himself wondering if there might exist a happy medium between the two, one where the pretty young ranch hand didn’t seem to be so out of sorts, and acknowledged that once again he likely wasn’t addressing the actual person.  Drunk on whiskey or hobbled with embarrassment, he had yet to see her at her best, or at least at her most natural.<br/><br/>With her deep brown eyes locked onto his own, Avery asked himself why he was wondering about such a thing at all.  Curiosity, he told himself.  Ever the curious one, that was him.  Was that all?<br/><br/>“I gather by your outfit you’re on way to church, Ms. Sanchez,” he continued with a polite smile, noting the folded letter in her hands but saying nothing of it.  “So you should know that a good deed is it’s own reward.”  This had not often been his real life experience, but it sounded nice, he thought, and he wanted to give her every possible out.  He had not intended to extract any kind of debt from her over that night.  He had truly not expected to see her again at all, despite the way she’d been popping up in his thoughts ever since.  “As far as I’m concerned you owe me nothing.  I’m pleased enough to know that the effort was appreciated and that you’re feeling well now.”<br/><br/>He could have let it go at that and walked her politely back to the door.  Offered a few kind words in parting, and suggested she stop by again and say hello if she ever felt the need, which they’d both know would likely never happen.  Instead, he indicated the chair in front of his desk.  Why, he wasn’t sure, only that he perhaps wasn’t quite ready to walk her out of his life just yet.  If nothing else she was a welcome distraction from his ludicrous poisoning case.<br/><br/>“…if you really wish to do me a favor, then perhaps you could tell me what had brought you there in the first place?  You seemed quite upset and I don’t take you for the sort of woman who normally frequents such establishments.”  Avery placed his hands on the desktop and shrugged, almost apologetically.  “It’s of course none of my business.  As I said, no one owes anyone anything as far as I’m concerned.  Still…I must admit to being curious.  You said something about letters if I recall correctly, and I now realize I may have misunderstood your comment with everything else going on.  I have some free time presently and I should be happy to listen…although don’t let me hold you up from services, Ms. Sanchez.”<br/>