Meanwhile Major General George Custer was on the cellphone trying to get
through the White House switching centre so he could report
directly to President Grant on the progress of the batch
of dna potion he and his men had snuck into Black Kettles
village water supply.
The potion would have been too watered down if the cavalry
had simply emptied the keys of the stuff into a nearby drinking stream.
So in the end the troopers had left behind their horses and snuck about the sleeping Indian village of wigwams and replaced what drinking gourds and canteens they found with the potion.
The operation had gone on all night long and in the morning light Custer had texted any stragglers to
"Move Out!"
So here he stood with his field glasses observing as Sitting Bull thirstily
drank down the contents of his drinking gourd...