<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/D1Dfb6tFfIBP.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Walter Sinnett and Donkey, some chickens and a goat or two   :D<br/>*wearing (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/2122639L1uzeeRM.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Letty was focused upon the Donkey, mainly because she was somewhat terrified she might have set off the stranger again in another tirade. Though it would appear with a pointed look from her furry friend, Walter had chosen to give into the idea that he might be rather ripe! To award the clever Donkey, Letty scratched behind his ear and nuzzled against his mane. It was only when Walter had asked once more if Letty was on offer that  the brunette raised her dark brown eyes to meet the inquisitive orbs of the man in need of a bath. <strong>”Si… I am not”</strong> she replied,  hoping to god that she had not sounded combative. <br/><br/><strong>”You will be dusty, si… but not as… ah… stinky?”</strong> suggested Letty. In the end it was Walter’s choice. If he decided to leave the ranch as he had arrived, but with a full stomach and a gut full of whiskey, it would be no skin off of her nose. She had only suggested it for the Donkey’s sake. After all, it was the poor creature that was stuck with such a smelly companion. <strong>”I am sure your burro would be grateful”</strong> added Letty, trying her best to hide the smile tugging at her lips. <br/><br/>Moving from the Donkey, Letty placed her hands upon her hips and glared, letting her latin temper get the better of her in a sudden spike of emotions. <strong>”No! There is no other men here but you! Why cannot I be gracious? Is it because you think my people no nothing but the gutter! I would tell you where you can stick that pipe señor! But I am a lady!”</strong> she huffed, glaring down at him with all the fire of her passionate soul. <strong>”Do not accept the bath, or the cake! If I am so untrustworthy then why not leave!”</strong><br/></div>