[Douglas G. Brown]

Indian scout Running Antelope peered around the side of a large Ampthill on the crest of Kimmeridge. In the valley below, U.S. Cavalry troopers were swilling a keg of cheap Cornbrash. Although it was merely Cornbrash Oolite, they were so drunk that they couldn't mount their horses, which were penned in a makeshift Corallian enclosure.

"Those who say that White Men drink responsibly are a bunch of Lias!", Running Antelope reported back to Chief Thunderhead. Seizing the day, the Chief led his warriors on a charge which annihilated the Cavalry brigade, effecting a Permian solution to the encroachment of their tribal lands.