<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>Aggy, open for Walter Sinnett<br/>*wearing (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/2122639L1uzeeRM.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The announcement of a visitor was impossible not to hear. Both Agitha and Aletta looked up from their perspective chores and frowned. It would have been comical had they seen each other pull the exact same expression after hearing the crudely worded question. It was a matter of timing as to whom would be the first of the two ladies to greet the inquisitive visitor and possibly offer him the water that he sought, or usher him off of the property with the use of a rather sharp pitchfork. <br/><br/>Aggy poked her head up from where she had been preparing dinner and pulled aside the old, worn out drapes so she could view the visitor from a distance. She wasn’t sure that she liked what she saw, but then the braying of the donkey had her wondering if he might not be grumpy from a long walk under the desert sun. In her eyes Walter morphed from an invading nuisance to a possible customer in need of a horse! She glanced towards the barn but didn’t see movement and so after picking up a cloth that she used for hand drying, Aggy made her way to the front door of the ranch. <br/><br/>The squeak of the old, scarred wooden door announced Agitha’s presence, and soon after her voice was heard, loud and confident. <strong>”Afternoon! I don’t reckon I know how to answer that as I’m not familiar with the meaning of that word, shag. But I reckon we can scrape you up a mug of water to wet your whistle. Maybe even a horse if you are in the market for one.”</strong> She glanced over at the donkey and smiled. <strong>”Maybe something a little more… larger?”</strong> <br/><br/>With the small pail half filled with the goat’s milk in her hand, Letty made her entrance from the barn, back onto the grounds of the ranch, blinking from the sudden brightness of the sun. She moved towards Aggy ready to give her boss and friend the pail of milk, while rapidly blinking to adjust her eyes from the darkness of the barn to the brightness of the day. <br/><br/><strong>”Letty darlin’ why don’t you help this man out, fetch him a mug of water, he’s parched.”</strong> It was normal of Aggy not to let a person get a word in edgewise, especially after a visit like she had just endured. The more those fancy fella’s told the older rancher that she couldn’t do something, the more she was set on proving that she could! <strong>”Give me that milk now, and  how about you fetch the water and then show our guest the horses.”</strong> She turned to smile over at the stranger, sure she had pegged his needs right. <br/><br/><strong>”Yes ma’am”</strong> replied Letty as she handed off the pail to her employer and moved to fetch the mug of water for their guest. She didn’t take long. Letty was not one to dawdle in the first place, but most certainly she wouldn’t take her time about things when Aggie was in “sales pitch” mode. The wooden stairs groaned and creaked, following the light footsteps of the young latino as she moved towards Walter with a mug filled with water and a jug, should he wish to top off his mug, wanting seconds. <br/><br/>Coming to a stop before him Letty extended her arm and offered Walter the mug filled with refreshing water. </div>