Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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I dismounted and guided my horse to a nearby hitching post and followed the nurse through the grounds to an entrance to the building. A man dressed as a lawman of some sort greeted us and asked me my business. She explained that I was visiting a patient, and he took on a friendlier tone,…
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If you have Netflix, run, don’t you dare walk, to your favorite streaming device and watch Godless. It is a Western limited series, and it features Jeff Daniels best work. He is phenomenal. And if you haven’t seen it, you are extremely late to the party because it was released eight years ago. It’s almost…
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On December 27, 1856, Robert E. Lee wrote a letter to his wife clarifying that he was a devout white supremacist. He deplored the practice of slavery, but he deemed it necessary because it made blacks better people. He didn’t hate it because it was a traumatizing and wholly evil practice for the slaves. He…
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I’d left the employ of the Bunning Brothers Firm to take care of some private business that needed taking care of. I got it done. Most of it, anyway. Felix – He weren’t no longer my tagalong. I’d sent him and sweet Virginia on their way. I didn’t want them around no more. The business…
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She tried to sneak in a conversation in between her bites of sugar and rice, but I wasn’t having none of it. Allison Weaver Duffy was becoming a helluva bother the longer she occupied the stool next to me at the counter. I shoulda left. Felix was buried. I’d come to the diner to sit…
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The deal done, daddy was anxious to move on. “What of the slave? Still ain’t clear why he’s here for all this.” “Tate, tell Mr. Tennyson why you’re here.” Tate let out a heavy breath. “Yes, sir. Happy to, sir. I’m to do some sounding, Mr. Tennyson. With your permission, sir.” “What in the hell…
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The business talk was moved to the hearth. Why I can’t say. S’pose it might be ‘cause it’s a kind of symbol of the value of life entire. Folks burn the forest’s dead in its hollow to add warmth to their days. Mr. Miller and Kenneth took center position between the advance man and Tate.…
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Daddy fumbled hospitality once again. “I did. Yes. Grace, get at it. Let’s serve up some of that peach pie for these good folks.” “Peach?” “Yes, sir. Fella come through from the Upstate at the bend in the week. Traded out a gross of nails for a dozen jars of peach preserves. The missus has…
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Our little farmhouse weren’t nothing but a one-room chamber. The kitchen was in the southwest corner. The beds were to the left. The dining table was at the opposite corner, and the hearth was at the right of the door. “This is certainly a lovely home.” Mr. Miller couldn’t bring himself to go along with…
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I love a good western flick. The trouble is they don’t make many of those these days, but the 2021 release, Old Henry is well worth the watch. This is Tim Blake Nelson at his finest, and it is a sharp turn from the signing cowboy he played in The Ballad of Buster Scruggs. Bonus…
Horrible Harvest 