<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)]</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Soddom, the Rougher's Diamond<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Chin Wei-Lun<br/><hr/><em>Ziujiao</em>. It definitely seemed like something he was calling her and she was intensely curious to know what it meant until she realized that like everything else she'd been called most of her life it likely wasn't flattering. And really, what did it matter what he called her when she probably was never going to see him again after this. She glanced over at him again, her eyes following the muscular line of his arm, and frowned without really knowing why.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but be surprised by what he revealed to her. It seemed a lot to tell a stranger, even a stranger who might be working with your boss soon, so she not only pondered his words but why he was speaking them and thus did not respond right away. Did Jack know about this stopping the mining business? Is that why he was calling for a meeting? If he didn't know about it he should but the truth was nobody could do anything about mining around these parts until Sweetrock was gone and that didn't hardly look close to happening, not when they owned the law dogs and just about everything else.  It was a puzzle all right including the claim that the Captain worked for a woman when she'd seen with her own eyes how the Chinese treated their women folk but most importantly, with all the money to be made, who would want to stop the mining in Gomorra? Control it maybe or like Jack, take the control away from the suits, but just stop it? She could only figure somebody had it in for Sweetrock or maybe had mines of their own elsewhere and wanted to drive prices up. The latter made the most sense, still, you'd never be able to keep folks from mining here forever. She glanced out at all the tents surrounding them and couldn't imagine all these folks being displace or worse, if the threat was realized.<br/><br/>"Aye, I have to say that could muck things up a bit," she drawled at last, hoping she hadn't been silent so long he thought her an imbecile or a rube. She rubbed at her chin a moment. "I can't claim to know what all the miner has in mind but I feel safe in sayin' he'll want the meetin' anyway. But I certainly take yer information into account."<br/>