At Eve's words, a single tear slid silently down Lola's lightly rouged cheek.  Bill had been a good man.  He'd give a person the shirt of his back if he thought they needed it, and he deserved better than the hand that he'd been dealt.  His wife had made his life a misery, and now King had done the same for his death.<br/><br/>Lola smiled weakly at Evelyn's offer to starch King's britches.  A bit of chaffing might do the monster more good than harm, it was true.  But it would do little in the long run.  What they needed was for Mr King to disappear, but it seemed he had the money and the contacts to ensure that didn't happen.<br/><br/>"Oh, Evie," Lola moaned, wondering if this was really the right time to be discussing this.  Bill had just died.  But then, would there ever be a good time?  Probably not, she thought to herself.  Lola sighed.  "King came here tonight to tell me that he'd bought up the land that<em>Lola's</em>stands on, and as far as he's concerned, the saloon is now his to do with as he pleases.  And from what Bill said to me earlier, my guess is that the bastard had done the same to the stockfeed."  She held on tight to the hand of her friend.  "I was just filling Jackson in when we heard the cries from the street, and he jumped down from the balcony to help.  Actually...." she paused and scanned the room quickly.  "Where is Jackson?  Oh, god...I hope he hasn't done anything rash!"<br/><br/>She let go of Evelyn's hand and rushed towards the door, weaving her way expertly through patrons who now seemed intent on having a wake for Bill.  If Jackson thought for a moment that Desmond King was responsible for his death, there's no telling what he'd do.  Lola knew she had to stop him before he did something stupid.