Back corner torn off, edges worn, spine creased and cupped, pages toned. May be some text missing, but not enough to be unable to harm the read. The miners were blasting the haylands into mud, the ranchers were ready to blast the miners out of the hills...and the Snake warriors were waiting on the ridgetops with blood-hungry lances. All that stood between the Oregon Territory and a three-way war was F. Company: the sorriest, homesickest bunch of civilian-soldiers that ever ran from a fight. But Company F's rawhide-tough sergeant had a plan...He was going to teach them to run the other way!