<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>Sittin' in the Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Letty, Open.<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>"Is everyone in this bloody country bloody crazy?"</strong><br/><br/>Walter wasn't talking to Letty. He wasn't talking to anyone. Alright, maybe he was talking to himself, turning thoughts to words. Even Donkey wasn't really listening; with Letty collapsed down his source of carrots had been sadly cut off and so he wandered over to the trough with the feed in it.<br/><br/>It was fair to say that Walter produced a variety of reactions in people and that such reactions tended to change the longer their meeting went on. There was panic, bravado, fear, terror, remorse, anger, rage, sadness, regret, hate and a whole bunch of other words to convey emotions and reaction as well. Walter was used to most of them.<br/><br/>Laughter?<br/><br/>Laughter was something a bit new.<br/><br/>Walter couldn't deny he was a bit bemused as Letty collapsed down next to him. And people called<em>him</em>crazy? This bint had gone from friendly to helpful to defiant to angry to thinking about murdering him with a pitchfork to bringing him water and rum to insulted to condescending (Walter wasn't sure what they meant) to now pretty much hysterical. Walter only really had one coping mechanism when it came to hysterical women which generally involved him slapping them really hard until they fell unconscious but, in a rare example of self-control and tact, he decided not to. Maybe the bird had decided to sample the rum before handing it to him and it was just kicking in for her. Maybe this wasn't really a horse ranch but actually a place for crazy people... they had to stick them somewhere after that damn<em>thing</em>had torn through the Asylum. Anyway, wasn't it the bloody new thing to change how you treated the feckin' crazy? Back in the day you stuck 'em in Bedlam and charged a penny for people to go in and poke them with a stick. Then you started shootin' electricity through 'em because givin' em a bloody electrocution would clearly make people<em>less</em>bloody crazy... even Walter thought that was pretty much bollocks. And now they started sendin' people out to the bloody country for fresh air, hard work and some crap like that. Maybe Letty was one of those? Some nutter sent her to recuperate.<br/><br/>It would explain a bloody lot.<br/><br/><strong>"You know what love... you ain't exactly smellin' of roses and honey either are you? In fact, you got a bit of a pong to you yourself."</strong>