<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;">It was like a train wreck, or like watching a duel in the street. You knew it was going to lead to carnage but you couldn’t walk away. Couldn't turn your head and look in another direction, no matter how much your stomach protested at the sight! Letty did her very best to contain the groans that wanted to escape, having had to swallow a few, she shivered as the man before her devoured the stew she had offered him. She reminded herself that he must have been starving, but a small voice in the back of her head scoffed, making the assumption that he would have eaten the same way regardless if he had just finished a four course meal! <br/><br/><em>Do not think uncharitable thoughts  Aletta!</em>  the voice of her mother drifted from a past memory causing Letty to drop her eyes and feel ashamed. She shouldn’t be judging this man. She knew nothing about him after all. <br/><br/>The nudge at her side brought a smile to her face as she looked down to see the soft brown eyes of the donkey looking up at her. <strong>”Si my friend. I have more for you...si”</strong> offering the sweet mule another carrot, Letty stroked his main as he munched happily at the thick, orange vegetable. All was pleasant for a moment until Walter had to remind Letty of his present with a sound that frankly didn’t sound human. Her eyes grew owlish in character as she turned to face him with a shocked expression. <strong>”I am happy you enjoyed it señor, perhaps…you might enjoy a bath?”</strong> She didn’t want to insult him, but it was obvious that he might have chosen to skip that particular luxury for more than a few days in a row. <br/><br/><strong>”Unless...you are still hungry. There is a honey cake. I made it this morning, fresh”</strong> her mind was working overtime. Did she risk upsetting him again by offering coffee? Her dark eyes glanced at the bottle that was practically empty. She figured he would much prefer more of the same, but she doubted another bottle of whiskey would be found. Of course, there was alway the tequila she had hidden in her room… but then that was to be used sparingly. Besides, she didn’t have to offer him everything they had, did she? <br/><br/>As Letty waited for a reply the donkey seemed to sniff out the remaining carrot and rather than disturb Letty by asking for it, he simply snuffled his nose about her skirt pocket to fish out the tasty treat himself. </div>