"You're playing with fire, Miss Lola..." King said.  "But by all means, contact your lawyer.  See for yourself that everything is perfectly legal.  But don't take too long...the longer you wait in giving me what I want, the less I can ensure that your saloon here will survive.  I'm sure all these lovely ladies can find work as whores in Silver City...of course, why make them do that when they have it so good here?"<br/><br/>He glanced to the girls gathered, smiling darkly, letting his gaze circle the room before going back to Lola.<br/><br/>"Another thing to consider is that I have the law on my side...isn't that right, Mr. Irons?" he asked, without bothering to glance away from Lola.  The new sheriff gave a nod, followed by a curt 'Yessir' before falling silent again.  King grinned all the wider, and reached inside of his coat.  When his hand came back out, he was holding one of his twin black and silver Colt .45's, the gun resting on the table, pointing directly at Lola's rather ample bosom.<br/><br/>He held the gun there, pointed directly at her, remaining still despite all the sudden gasps and cries of surprise from the girls around them.  The sheriff shuffled nervously by the door, glancing to the tall man questioningly before looking back at King.  The mute gunman didn't move, however, merely turning his head to glance at what was happening before his gaze returned to the outside of the saloon.<br/><br/>"The odds are against you, Lola..." he said, his voice cold and calm all at once.  "I own this saloon, I own the law, and soon, I'll own this entire damned town.  You have no recourse here, Lola.  You have nowhere to turn.  Now get up.  You and I need to speak in private, and if I have to do it at gunpoint, then so be it."<br/><br/>He rose from the table, the gun held steady on the brunette across from him.