As you walk into town a tall broad shouldered man walks up to meet you. His long black coat sturs in the wind. He has a rifle in his hands. You stop and wait for him to approach you. What brings you to these parts stranger", The sheriff asks actioning back his gun. "Just passing through", You say. "Maybe a beer a bath and a room for a few hours and I'm on my way". You are feeling unsteady on your feet. "Your not looking well, you haven't been around injuns have you boy", The man asks pointing the gun at you. "No, sheriff, I chewed on a weird plant and it made me sick". The man doesn't look completely convinced, his long mustache writhes in the wind. "We are going to march you to the jail and keep you under observation over night, in case it is the injun rot". You are marched with a gun at your back to a cell and locked in. You are given beans and coffee for supper.