One hundred and sixty-one years ago, in a forgotten farmer’s field, two elite, pioneering American special operations forces clashed: only one group would fully survive.
“You let the Yankees whip you? I’ll get hoop skirts for you! I’ll send you into the first Yankee regiment we come across!” Mosby had acidly remarked after the defeat Blazer had inflicted recently on Montjoy at the Vineyard. “The cutting words used by Mosby . . . still rang in their ears,” recalled Ranger James Williamson. The time was now ripe for vengeance.
“Wipe Blazer out! Go through him!” snapped Mosby, as he issued orders to Dolly Richards from his lair at Brookside, a…
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