<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 wasn’t exactly shocked at his response, well not at the start of it anyway. Some might have thought he was a raging lunatic, and frankly there was a part of Letty that was absolutely sure that he was. But he was also a proud raging lunatic. Her eyes narrowed as he admitted to thinking only of his own reaction and not that of the Mexican people. Placing her hands on her hips, Letty opened her mouth to speak when Walter robbed her of the chance by adding a bit of information that Aletta could have most certainly done without! <br/><br/>She stood there, hands white knuckling her hips, mouth hung open, and at a complete loss of what to say. In fairness, he had warned her what type of man he was, but still… Letty hadn’t been prepared for the visual that had slammed her hard after his graphic explanation for his evening plans. Then suddenly, as if someone  had pressed a button to put her on fast forwards, Aletta threw up her hands and began to pace back and forth, spewing out a stream of Spanish that was being spoken so fast there wasn’t a hope of anyone understanding her, unless fluent in the language.   <br/><br/>Not that her annoyance seemed to affect Walter. Letty hadn’t even noticed he had resumed his place among the straw until his voice cut through her anger, causing her to stop suddenly in her pacing and turned to stare down at him, clear with the expression that said… <em>you are insane!</em> <br/><br/>Luckily the Donkey seemed to share in the same thoughts, or similar at any rate. She smiled, despite the mood she had previously been in, and stroked the beasts mane as he rummaged for more carrots. <strong>”Because you smell…badly. Your poor ass has a sensitive nose, he maybe would not kick at you if you maybe joined in the bath.”</strong> She shook her head, already resolved with the fact that the attempt to clean him was a losing battle. </div>