"Get a hold of yourself, Abby! And sit down!"<br/><br/>Lola's raised voice, something that was rarely heard in the saloon, left no room for argument.  The furious woman waited until Abby had taken a seat, using the time to try to get a handle on her anger.  She was about ready to start throwing things, but knowing that would do no good to anyone, she took a few deep, calming breaths, and somehow managed to make her voice sound something approaching normal.<br/><br/>"Abby, calm down. I'm not angry at you. Or with you. I know I sent you up there last night, and don't think that's a decision I haven't bin grapplin' with ever since."  Lola's cheeks were flushed with the anger that still pulsed through her, and she knew that she sounded harsher than she intended.  She smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way. "The fact of the matter is that we haven't had a chance to talk about it yet.  Which, given this mornin's turn of events, may have been a mistake.  I should have come found you last night, but with what happened with Bill, and Jackson and the Sheriff...well, it just completely slipped my mind.<br/><br/>"As for you, missy."  Lola's heated gaze turned to Evelyn.  The blonde's guilt was written all over her face, albeit defiantly. "What in the name of all that is holy did you think you were doin'? What made you think that poisonin' the new Sheriff would do anybody any good?  Even if you'd succeeded, King would have just replaced him with someone else!  All you've managed to do is poke the hornet's nest with a stick!  And now we're all gonna be runnin' for cover to avoid gettin' stung!"<br/><br/>Lola's tirade helped her calm down a little, and her demeanor towards Eve softened slightly.<br/><br/>"Honey, seriously.  I know you had the best of intentions, and you're just looking out for<em>Lola's</em>....but really. What were you thinking? And more importantly, what are we going to do about King?"<br/><br/>The last question was directed at both girls.  Lola knew that defeating King was going to have to be a team effort.  She'd feel better if Jackson were here, but in his absence, the girls would just have to pull together.  Like they always did.<br/><br/>Lola was a survivor, as were all of her girls.  They'd built something good here at<em>Lola's</em>, and hell would freeze over before they let that go.