<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 had just been about to enter the cool dim of the barn when she heard a word that had her grow whiter than a ghost.  “Kill”  She really shouldn’t have been surprised, not after her had threatened her over the pitchfork. But there she was, stumbling over her steps, almost spilling the stew and dropping the bread and carrots. If her opinion counted for anything, and she doubted that it did, Letty would tell Walter that she much preferred the softer, whinney Walter over the would-be murderer and possible rapist. Perhaps a full stomach might keep  his mood sweet… or well less vile than what he could potentially be. <br/><br/><em>Well then Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez… why are you hovering about the door when you could be feeding the man!</em><br/><br/>It was a good question with the only possible answer being that she was scared! But Letty had faced her fears in the past and it would seem that she was going to do that again. Stepping clear into the barn she pasted on a smile upon her lips and moved to kneel before Walter, offering him the large bowl of rabbit stew. <strong>”I shot the rabbit this morning. Fresh”</strong> explained Letty before she offered him the half loaf of bread and spoon. Her eyes flicked towards the rum and tried to see if he might require more water. The chances of finding another bottle of rum was slim to none, but if he was insistent upon a drink Letty knew she could get her hands on some homemade wine that Aggie kept in the pantry. <br/><br/>Next came Donkey. No, she hadn’t found a mare to offer the beast to relieve his urge to mount something, but she had found some delicious carrots. As she stood to move closer to Donkey, Letty pulled out one of the three carrots and held it out before her, clucking her tongue in an attempt to call him over. She waited to see if the animal would trust her, smiling as she worked on appearing relaxed. Animals could sense when someone was tense, and the last thing Letty wanted to do was make the animal uncomfortable. </div>