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Nice to see a new playthrough, although I’m out of this one for lack of time

Maybe the vultures are interested in the meat?

> place meat on barrel

>put meat in bowl
You can reach through the bars, but not far enough to touch the food bowl.

Muddy rubs his belly and says, “I reckon I could do with a snack right about now.”

>uncover barrel with spoon
That don’t work none. What kind of crazy talk is you up to?

>put meat on barrel
The hunk of meat drops on top of the covered barrel that is just beneath the window. Almost immediately, a vulture drops from the sky, lands on the barrel, and begins tearing into the rancid meat.

Muddy glances over at you, and seems about to speak, but then walks away again.

>give can to muddy
Muddy takes the can and stares hungrily at the beans.

Even in the most dire situation, Muddy’s appetite remains intact. He looks expectantly at you and says, “Rick, got a spoon?”

>give spoon to muddy
Muddy cracks a gap-toothed smile and says, “Much obliged,” before digging into the can of beans like a miner hot on a fresh gold vein. A couple moments later, he finishes circling the inside of the can with the spoon, trying to get every last drop of bean juice into his mouth. Afterwards, he places the can and spoon on the floor and rubs his stomach with satisfaction.

Muddy has an aura of well-fed contentment.

>get spoon
Fetched.

Muddy holds his belly and comments, “Got a bit of indigestion, I does.”

>get can
Fetched.

Muddy wraps his arms around his belly, and moans softly, “I might have overdone it with them beans.”

>catch vulture
I don’t reckon the vulture would much care for that.
 
Muddy doubles over, “Rick, you should get to high ground. I’m feeling a mite bloated after them beans, and I think you know what’s coming!”

“Where the Sam Hill do you think I’m going to run to, Muddy? We’re locked up in a hoosegow!”

Can we look at the vine, now that we’re on the stool?

> x vine

>x vine
Only the leafless tip of a wiry vine pokes into the cell through the window. It’s covered with small red berries.

You hear nothing. The smell nearly knocks you out. Vision fades, the room spins.

Muddy whispers in that understated manner of his, “That were a silent but deadly.”

>get berries
You pluck a plump juicy red berry from the part of the vine growing outside the window.
[Your score has just gone up by one]

Trying not to sniff the air, Flash turns tail and breaks for the door, straining against his leash, which is tied to the steam pipe lever. The lever swings towards the door, and from the roof you hear the ear-splitting drone of a railway steam whistle.

Muddy puts his hands in his pockets and seems to be daydreaming.

>x berries
Each berry is plump and red, and got no short of mystery about it. Don’t look so edible.

The Deputy slams through the swinging doors to the office, lurching to the side as he struggles to put his other leg into his pants. He is bare-chested and empty-handed, aside from a nearly drained bottle of whiskey.

The deputy thunders, “What the saddle sore slapping blazes is the matter here?” The deputy surveys the office quickly and then rattles the gate to make sure it is still locked. In his drunken rage, he doesn’t notice the missing metal bar.

Satisfied that you haven’t escaped, he pushes the lever back to the middle position and warns, “I don’t know what you were up to what made old Flash trigger-happy, but don’t let it happen again.”

“Dumb dog,” he mumbles, “I was doing important business.” The deputy checks the gate again and sets off again towards the door.

>eat berries
Muddy stops you, “Don’t be a coward—if’n you eat that, you’ll sleep clear through to the afternoon—and we only got till eight in the “A” of “M” to get out of here.”

>smell muddy
He smells like he’s in need of a bath.