It seemed that King had been about to finally reveal something of what he had planned, when the commotion from out in the saloon interupted him.  Following him out into the ruckus, Lola couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the Sherriff clutching his stomach and looking around like a small, scared, boy, completely convinced that someone had dosed his food with poison.  Lola knew Cookie would never do such a thing, but a sidelong glance at Evie suggested that her friend just might.<br/><br/>"Just because your<em>man</em>," Lola drawled, struggling to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, "has a weak stomach, Mister King, does not mean he's been poisoned.  Maybe he's just not used to being in the company of ladies. Or maybe he simply doesn't have the stomach for your kind of business."  The determined woman lifted her chin defiantly at King, even as his hand went for his gun.  Lola doubted he'd do anything stupid. Not in front of so many witnesses.  He'd have to slaughter the entire staff, and that would not go unnoticed in town.  Even the new 'sheriff' wouldn't be able to sweep such an act under the carpet.<br/><br/>Once it was clear there was no immediate danger, laughter swept through Lola's girls.  The stress of the morning was lifted somewhat as they giggled and pointed at the back of the obviously ill sheriff as King tried to shepherd him out the door, still clutching his stomach.  Lola, however, wasn't laughing.  She had heard King's parting statement cut through the hilarity, and once he was gone, her gaze turned questioningly to Abby.  Something had obviously happened last night that she needed to know, and it was high time the young woman came clean about exactly what had transpired in the upstairs bedroom.<br/><br/>"Abby. Evie.  My office, now."  Lola's tone was clipped and completely business like, and caused the laughter to die immediately.  There could be no doubt that she was annoyed.  Angry, even.  Lola didn't anger easily, and in all the time she had been running the saloon, the girls had never seen her lose her temper, especially with one of them. "The rest of you clean up this mess.  We'll continue our discussion later."<br/><br/>With that, Lola turned on her heal and swept into her office. Her instructions were obviously not to be argued with, and it seemed clear that she expected Abby and Evie to follow her immediately.  However, even the short space of time alone in her office was too much.  She paced back and forth, agitated, her thoughts racing about King. And Abby. And Evie.  How had everything gone so wrong, so suddenly? And more importantly, where the hell was Jackson?