<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/68Cavkmm4hgg_zpsc4502ad9.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 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At first, outside Babel's Tower, following the crowd inside, then standing at the bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open (observing Mayor Cochran and Abraham Solomon)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez shook her head as she watched the scene folding out before her. Free! Nothing in life was ever truly free. There had to be some kind of catch, some secret you were agreeing to without being aware. Call her cynical, sure, but she had a lot to be cynical about. In Letty’s experience most people would smile right to your face while robbing you blind the second your back is turned. She truly believed that people were generally motivated by self-interest.<br/><br/>Her limited experience had taught her to be distrustful of others, men in particular. But more so, after having taken a man’s written word as truthful. Then finding out that, not only did that man not write the dagnabbit letters he had lured her with, but hadn’t ever laid eyes on a single word she had painstakingly penned to him in return! Well, it was enough to teach her a valuable lesson! Men were not to be trusted! Their word held as much water as the papers filled with vows and promises she had wrapped up in her trunk back in her room at the Gates Ranch.<br/><br/>Letty had poured out her heart onto the lightly floral scented pages, sealing each envelope with a kiss before mailing it off to the exotic sounding town of Gomarra. Her young and impressionable mind overflowed with the promises that had turned out to be lies. The train journey had been long, but she had entertained herself with reading each and every letter, carefully saved in pristine condition, while nibbling on the packed lunch her mother had sent her off with.<br/><br/>She was on her way to a new life, a new husband, and a new town. Two out of three wasn’t bad. Letty ended up with a new life in a new town, and instead of a new husband, Letty had gotten a new boss and friend. Though it had taken sometime for the latter to come to pass, Agitha wasn’t the easiest nut to crack. Now, two and a half years later Letty had settled into a life of hard, honest work, carving out a living alongside her friend. Some might hazard a guess in saying that Aggie Gates had become Letty’s best and only friend. The girl was not exactly active on the social scene.<br/><br/>Today she had come into town in order to get new shoes for Willy, her trusted horse and confidant. She had been given a few things to collect while in town, but that wouldn’t take long. And so Letty was left with time on her hands. It was a rare enough occasion that she had found herself easily lured further into town to join the growing crowd outside of Bebel’s Tower. Letty couldn’t help but let her curiosity about the changes to the place urge her forward, and so as the flow of the crowd poured into the tavern, Letty was pulled along with them. It wouldn’t hurt to stop for a drink would it? After all, it was a celebration.<br/><br/>Shaking the skirt of her dress (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/girls-of-the-rush-penelope-cruz-551-image_gallery_1922_penelope-cruz-bandidas_zpsc483e531.jpg) free from dust and debris as she stood before the steps that would take her up and into the building, Letty sighed. It was now or never, in or out! But standing there for too much longer would only leave her with bruises after being shoved out of the way. As pretty as she might be considered by some, Letty still made a better door than a window.<br/><br/>Standing near the front entrance, Letty stepped to the side in order to keep from being caught in the way. She was dressed in a pair of well worn cowboy boots, a long striped skirt in dull colours, and a cream coloured blouse, with a simple corset of the same material. Her favorite worn in stetson sat atop of her head, while her hair hung over her shoulders, kept neatly in tight braids. It wasn’t glamorous. She wasn’t glamorous. Letty was as natural as the rolling desert beyond the borders of any manmade town. Her style of dress was all about comfort and service. She simply needed to be covered. Flashy colours and fancy materials were for more elegant like creatures. Not for girls like Letty that were often covered in dirt, dust and god knows what else after a hard day’s work.<br/><br/>Moving towards the bar, the young ranch worker leaned against the bar settled in for a drink while she waited for her horse to be equipped with new shoes. Ordering was tricky. Letty wasn’t a big drinker and so she simply waited for someone nearby to order and asked for the exact same thing. She turned, nodded at a few of the locals that she recognized  and watched as the pretty painted ladies mingled freely among the patrons while she held the glass of whiskey, and wrinkled her nose from the strong scent burning the inside of her nose.