Jackson's slip of the tongue was rewarded with a sharp look from Lola.  Even in her emotional state, she didn't miss the fact that he referred to Abby as 'his'.  It irked her no end that he seemed determined to remain hung up on the girl who, despite being lovely and very talented at her job, was nowhere near good enough for him. At least, not in Lola's estimation anyway.  And she refused to feel guilty for sending Abby to entertain King.  What, if anything, happened behind closed doors was of Abby's doing.  She hadn't been instructed to do anything more than distract him.  And she should know by now that Lola would never<em>expect</em>her girls to supply those kinds of services to the men.  If they chose to, it was of their own volition.<br/><br/>Biting her tongue, she put those thoughts aside for later and listened with relief as Jackson mentioned getting more information from the Marshall's Office. She had fully expected him to charge across the hall with guns blazing.  Lola was about to agree that that sounded like a good idea when she, too, heard what could only be a wail of grief from the street below.  Following Jackson to the window, she was sure she recognised the figure swinging from the lamp post, and it broke her heart.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I don't know. But nothing would surprise me.  That man makes my skin crawl."  Lola couldn't drag her eyes from the lifeless body swinging gently in the summer breeze.  The thought that it might be Bill weighed heavily on her mind.  And if it was him, she'd bet her last dollar that it was King who was the cause.<br/><br/>"Jackson, be careful!"  She called the warning as he jumped straight off the side of the balcony.  There was unlikely to be any danger right now, but a feeling of impending doom had settled around Lola's heart.  Losing a good customer like Bill was bad enough.  Losing Jackson....well, that was a possibility that didn't bear thinking about.<br/><br/>Turning her back on the scene below, Lola hurried downstairs.  News like this travelled like wildfire, and there was a good possibility that it had already reached those inside her saloon.  There would be shock, perhaps even a mild form of panic.  Those with families would be wanting to get home to them, to assure themselves that they were safe and sound.  Those without families could well be looking for another type of comfort, most likely in the form of amber liquid and a soft bosom.  Considering whether or not it would be poor form to keep<em>Lola's</em>open after such a shocking tragedy on their doorstep, Lola took the stairs almost at a run.<br/><br/>It seemed, however, that Evie had matters in hand.  Although the general hubbub of a normal night at<em>Lola's</em>was markedly absent, there was enough activity to convince its hostess that those among her patrons who were single were most definitely in need of somewhere to be.  At times like this, people needed to be with other people.  And for hard working, hard playing men, the company of a pretty girl was the best distraction in the world.<br/><br/>Lola scanned the floor of the saloon and spotted Eve in the arms of a young cowboy, her innocent young lady shocked at the sight of death act perfectly convincing to everyone except her oldest friend.  A quick flick of her head was the only sign Lola needed to give for Evelyn to know that she needed to see her.<br/><br/>"Who was it?" she asked softly when Evie managed to disentangle herself from the man who didn't seem too happy to see her go.  "Tell me it wasn't Bill...."<br/><br/>