Durga withdrew the Winchester from her saddle, cocked it, and very rapidly fired off four rounds.  A nearby bush lost four of its limbs.
"They certainly do seem to work efficiently!"  she agreed.
   "Something's really, really wrong here!"  The Ancient One sighed, "And I don't like it, I don't like it at all!  And the sooner we find out what it is and deal with it, the happier I'll be, if we can deal with it!"
   "Woo!"  The Ax Man sighed, "When you worry we can't deal with something that really makes me nervous!"
   "Saddle up!"  The Ancient One ordered, "There's high ground up there.  We should be able to get a pretty good look at the area from there."
   They quickly mounted and made their way to the ridge. When they got there they could see a cloud of dust approaching from the east.   The Ancient One took a spyglass from his saddlebag and studied the approaching cloud.
   "What is it?"  The Ax Man asked.
   "It's a column of mounted cavalry," The Ancient One answered, "probably about 600 men. They're headed this way. But they won't be for long. In a few minutes they'll split into three columns and begin to approach that encampment down there. I know where we are, but we can't be here!"
   "Where are we?" The Ax Man asked in frustration.
   "We're in the valley of The Little Big Horn," The Ancient One answered.  "That column of men approaching down there is the seventh cavalry, under the command of Col. George Armstrong Custer.  But they couldn't be here, I could not be here!"
   "Why?" The Ax Man asked, "Why couldn't you be here?"
   "Simple!"  The Ancient One answered.  "This is a form I had many years ago, a living form.  Durga is my wife, when I had this form.  You are my closest friend.  But this form died years before the battle of The Little Big Horn occurred so I could not be here!  This simply could not be happening!"
   "You are fond of saying," came another voice, "what could be, and what is is very often two different things.  What is happening here is definite proof of that."
   The Ancient One and his companions turned to see a pleasant looking older man in long robes standing by them.  "Who in the hell are you?"  The Ancient One asked.
   The man smiled.  "Oh," he answered, 'I'm God."
   The Ancient One and his companions stared at each other, then The Ancient One looked back to the stranger.  "You're God?" he asked.