<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;"><strong>”Si, we speak Inglés señor”</strong> replied Letty, purposely using her native tongue. She wasn’t offended by his comments, nor did she find him particularly amusing. Thankfully her back had been turned to him so she had been spared the visual aids of his answer to her question, and although she was trying to listen for the definition, Letty had to admit she was still non the wiser to the meaning of “feck”. His accent was thick and left her guessing to half of what he was saying. Rather than ask him again, Letty chose to fake her understanding and simply nod her head. <br/><br/>Waiting for him to pass over the threshold into the cool protection of the barn she nodded her head, answering his question that Aggy was in fact the “old bird”. <strong>”Jorge”</strong> corrected the young Mexican before explaining who the man with the drink was. <strong>’He comes to help us with some reparaciones en el granero, ah...fixing the barn, si”</strong> Jorge would stay for a week or so depending on how much work needed to be done and sleep in the barn before he would leave for another job. <strong>”He leaves … drink in here. Hidden.”</strong> <br/><br/>She followed into the barn, ignoring the chickens the flocked around her feet. Grabbing a bucket she brought it back to the pump to draw some water for the donkey before filling half of a trough that was sectioned off with a piece of wood. Letty then used a smaller bucket to fill with feed to fill the other part of the trough before clucking her tongue to call over the Donkey, signaling that his dinner was ready. <br/><br/><strong>”I will not offer you a horse, but I can get you something to fill your stomach for now…”</strong> began Letty <strong>”You’ll be better off with cooked meat, better for your tummy.”</strong> She moved towards a ladder that lead to a small loft area that was covered with clean hay. Gathering her skirt in one hand, Letty climbed the ladder with practiced ease and crawled across the small platform to unearth a half filled bottle of rum before making her way back down to the main level of the barn. <br/><br/>As she approached Walter, who was making himself comfortable, Letty held out the bottle for him to take and smiled as he accepted her offer of food. She was ready to go fetch him the promised food when he added to his list of wishes. <br/><br/>Letty froze<br/><br/>At first she was none the wiser to what Walter was suggesting since Letty still had no idea what the term “shag” meant. However the second he described exactly what he was getting at her eyes grew wide and she stumbled back to place distance between them. <strong>”I am not part of the offerings. Cost or no cost.”</strong> Her heart was beating a mile a minute, causing her breath to come rapidly, pressing her breasts against the fabric of her dress. But her pride would not let his question drop. <strong>”And if I was that kind of woman I can assure you, my cost would be high!”</strong><br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes as her temper began to rise. She had to calm down before she flew at him, ready to scratch his eyes out. <strong>”The only rolling you will do here is alone...drink. I’ll get you food. Nothing more.”</strong> As she was talking, Letty was inching towards the pitch fork leaning up against the barn wall, just incase things turned for the worse. </div>