<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 visibly paled as the threat was delivered with all the force of a brick smashing up against the side of her head. She froze where she stood, halfway between Walter and the pitchfork. There was something about the man that warned her to take his words seriously. He was most likely many horrible things, but a liar….at least at that moment, he was not! To show good faith she shuffled away from the pitchfork, careful to keep distance between herself and the stranger. Glancing to the right, she tried to judge how long it might take her to escape out of the barn. He was tired from the heat. It was possible he might not be able to catch her. <br/><br/>Frozen with indecision she stood like a lamb to the slaughter waiting to see what his mood would bring. In her mind she was praying to the several of the saints that she had often rolled her eyes at when visiting church with her mama. The thought of never seeing her sisters, her father, her mother, and all of her relatives again was humbling. <br/><br/>Letty had left to get away from them and now when she was facing her possible death, they were wall that she could think of. Perhaps she ought to just give him what he wanted and lay with him. It wasn’t like she was a virgin. Letty had been foolish at age sixteen and had been seduced by one of the sons of a visiting family. They had been rich. It hadn’t been memorable. It was also the only time she had ever allowed a man between her legs. <br/><br/>It wouldn’t be so bad… if memory served her right the entire thing lasted for three, maybe four seconds. As she considered the idea her hand moved to her blouse, as if her body had already made her mind up. A woman did things to survive. This land had taught her that! <br/><br/>However somewhere in the endless chatter her mind had changed her mind and now here she was frozen, terrified and without a single clue as to what to do next. <strong>”Stew… we have stew cooking since morning señor. I will fetch it, por favor...and carrots, si...yes?”</strong> She wasn’t going to move unless he said so. One wrong move towards the pitchfork and she had a feeling she would regret it more than she had come to regret leaving home. </div>