<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Doomtown2-Recovered2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walter Sinnett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9812108#msg9812108)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Walkin' into the Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Letty, Open.<br/><hr/><hr/>If Walter had been paying attention to Letty he'd have noticed she'd basically stopped paying attention to what he was saying immediately after his opening line. If Letty had been paying attention to Walter she'd have noticed that he had accepted her refusal to spread her legs for coin with surprisingly good grace. But Walter was too busy telling a story and Letty was too busy being scared out of her damn mind. Walter wasn't paying attention to Letty not paying attention and Letty wasn't paying attention to Walter not paying attention. From what I understand that mutual act of not paying attention to what the other party is saying, thinking or doing is how marriages work. In fact, not paying attention to the other party not paying attention to you and not having sex with each other is actually a pretty workable definition of marriage. But, funny as the image would be and as strange as it would make the children, Walter and Letty weren't married. They'd barely met. Technically Walter didn't actually know Letty's name.<br/><br/>Where was I?<br/><br/>Oh, yes, Walter and Letty. Walter was opening himself up and telling a story of his younger days, one that most likely had led to a great impact on his psyche and world view and Letty was contemplating her mortal life and how Walter might end it but like two ships at night or two rats gnawing at a dead body from opposite ends, neither had a clue what the other one was doing until they rammed into each other/bumped noses and looked up bewildered. Walter had seen the way the cog's in Letty's mind had turned and from the sounds of it Letty hadn't heard a word Walter said since he threaten to bugger her with a pitchfork. Thankfully there was one universal constant that no manner of tale, distraction or terror could keep from Walter's mind.<br/><br/>Food.<br/><strong><br/>“Stew. I do a like a good bloody stew. Although do you even get turnips over 'ere? Some people say you should put some ale in a stew but I never got round to it. Ale's for drinkin' innit, not for stewin'. Good beef and turnip stew... that's the dog's bollocks that it. And yeah, some carrots would be bloody nice too. Donkey over there likes carrots. Eats them all the bloody time he does. Oi!”</strong><br/><br/>A chicken, seemingly less frightened of Walter than Letty, had wandered over to the Tattered Man and apparently decided that there was some delicious looking seed inbetween his fingers and that it was a wise idea to peck at it. Walter disagreed and shot his hand back as the chicken's beak hit him. Shaking out his finger he glared at the chicken but the fowl was seemingly braver (or more stupid) than Letty and simply squawked at Walter before trotting away. Walter grumbled under his breath before takin' another swig of rum. The bottle was lookin' dangerously empty at this point. Walter's tired eyes rolled over the barn once more... before settling on one thing in particular.<br/><br/><strong>“Bloody 'ell, where the feck did that come?”</strong><br/><br/>The “that” was his donkey. Or more accurate, his donkey's donkeyhood which was suddenly unleashed to its full glory. And it had to be said, the donkey was eyeing one of the goats rather lustfully. Or whatever donkey's did when they wanted to get their end away.<br/><br/><strong>“Jesus Christ, you're worse than bloody I am donkey. Feckin' slut you are, you know that? Jesus... anyway, love...”</strong><br/><br/>Back his attention turned to Letty.<br/><br/><strong>“... listen, I know you ain't gonna sleep with me but could you find somethin' for my donkey to feck? That's a serious problem he's got there and I don't want him chargin' off on my way 'ome. Jesus, even a feckin' horse would do.”</strong><br/><br/>Another pause.<br/><br/><strong>“And weren't you getting' me some stew?” </strong><br/>