<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/123113XVGe0iUX_zps46cbf3be.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 12th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Later in the day  :P    (second attempt to wake up)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nathan Hunter's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Corky, and Avery’s letter.<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Letty didn’t need to be told twice. Getting back into bed was exactly what her poor body and mind needed to recover. The drink was indeed the devil! At least it was the next morning. But wasn’t that the issue… you never thought of the next morning when you were enjoying the night of booze and song (and god knows what else might have gone on).  Of course it was heavily depended upon how much you drank as to how high the payment was the next day. From the throbbing in the back of her eyes Letty figured she must of drank her way through her body weight in whiskey! Whatever the truth was, she was pretty sure vowing never to do such a thing again was commonplace at this juncture. <br/><br/>Her eyes closed the moment Letty’s head hit the pillow, leaving the room in darkness once more. It felt good to lay still. The room was quiet, leaving nothing to measure the pounding in her head but the steady beat of her heartbeat. How long she had remained still and alone was anyones guess, but the second Corky returned, Letty was aware of the girls presence in the room. It was like the very air had been disturbed and was now pressing against her throbbing temples. <br/><br/>One eye cracked open, revealing the welcoming site of Croky with a mug of water and bread. It was just what Letty needed at that moment, and so she opened both eyes and pushed herself up into a sitting position. <strong>”Gracias”</strong> whispered Letty as she accepted the water and bread, and attempted to smile over the gentle teasing. The water was cool, and  helped the dry and itchy throat feel ten times better than it had when she had first woken. Letty had been sure someone had parked half of the desert’s sand in her throat, making it almost painful to talk. The bread hit the spot, and was consumed slowly, as if testing her stomach for any sign of protest. She managed half of the roll before her body demanded more sleep. <br/><br/><strong>”I will be sure to clean up any mess I’ve caused”</strong> mumbled Letty as she curled up against Corky and let sleep take her once more. The now familiar scent of the sweet redhead was comforting, allowing Letty to slip into a dreamless sleep.<br/><br/>The sound of birds singing really loudly pulled Letty from a sleep, causing her to gingerly open her eyes and glance around. Once more it took a second or two for her mind and memory to catch up with one another. She felt better than she had the first time she had fallen out of bed, but not by much.  <strong>”Dios mío tengo que regresar al rancho. Aggy tendrá mi cabeza”</strong> and it was true. Aggy would be worried and ready to serve Letty’s head upon a platter after being out all night and not having a single word as to whether the girl was safe! But that would be an argument for later. For now, Letty needed her clothes…. and her horse. </div>