"Oh, there'll be more..." he said, grinning lustfully at Evie.  "But we'll get to that in a moment."<br/><br/>He moved to say more, but a sudden outburst from the main room had him rising from his chair.  The sheriff's food hadn't settled too well with him, the added ingredients from the kitchen making him sick as a dog.  He had vomited on the tabletop, making the mute gunman rise and back off in disgust, and as King burst from the room, his hand going to his gun, the sheriff could only stare at him stupidly before vomiting again.  A few of the girls around the table snickered at his misfortune, but most of them looked fearfully at King.  After all, the truth of so violent an outburst was readily apparent.<br/><br/>Turning back to Lola, he narrowed his eyes dangerously.<br/><br/>"You try to poison my men?" he asked, knowing all too well the answer.  "You're playing a deadly game here.  Will you gamble with the lives of your girls to try to harm me and my men?"  His hand lowered, and he wrapped his fingers around the mother-of-pearl grip on his pistol.  Instantly, his mind flashed with murder, with the vision of him pulling his gun and putting a quarter sized hole in her forehead.  But Lola was important.  If he could sway her to his way of thinking, then the rest of the women would follow.  Once they did, they could be swayed to his cause, and their influence could spread throughout the city and sway others.  And for a man who was setting himself up as the new public face of Silver City, he had to remember that a good public image would work for before he took power, but not after.  And after he owned this city, it wouldn't matter what people thought of him.<br/><br/>"Get ahold of yourself!" he roared, turning back to face his sheriff.  The man coughed, trying to clear his throat, while the mute gunman merely glared at those around him, silently questioning who had tried to poison their food.  "Get out, both of you.  We're done here.  But we'll be back.  And when we return, all you girls will have a decision to make.  You'll choose to stick with Lola, the one who lets keeps you safe...but keeps you working here, for scraps, with no chance to rise above what you are.  Or you can choose to side with me, work for me, and have the chance for a future.  You can have a chance to be better than this.  I urge you to take that chance.  Ask Abby.  She can tell you what's in store."<br/><br/>With a grin at Lola and a wink at Abby, he and his men walked out, leaving them behind to decide their fate.