Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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I got a head of my disorganized mind. The last two chapters I published were from previous drafts. I made significant changes to the characters and scenes in the months/years that followed the first iteration of story. I was, and still am, unhappy with the depth of character development in the original draft, so I…
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“The gift itself is for you, Horace. May I call you Horace?” Mr. Miller asked. “Yes, of course, sir.” Daddy said as if he were but a child addressing an adult who held sway over him. “Excellent – the book is for you.” Momma read the cover aloud, “The Planter’s Northern Bride by Mrs. Caroline…
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Writers Note: This is a now “deleted chapter.” It has been rewritten to add depth and color. Harvest flow was when the genius of Daddy showed itself as plainly as any piano piece by Mozart. He leaned in to unique creativity and insane attention to detail. The field was flooded to a depth of six…
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A woman too full of drink took a seat next to me. How she know’d Felix I couldn’t say, but she was among the mourners. She was a pretty gal. Young. Near 40 or so years my junior. She’d got hold of the old plantation drink, sherry, and it was laying heavy on her breath.…
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“What now?” I asked. “That lie won’t hold,” Tate said. “Not for long. If Mr. Stockton were truly to go on a raid, Douglas would have ridden with him. They pillage and plunder as a pair. Master Miller will figure something’s wrong as soon as he learns your brother has been left behind.” “S’pose that’ll…
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“Terrance? Show yourself, boy.” The young black man stepped forward. Huffing like a train, he said, “Been sent by Master Miller to fetch Mr. Stockton.” “So? Fetch him.” “Can’t. He ain’t took up in his tent – ” “You’re gonna have trouble finding him,” I said. “What are you saying?” Tate asked. “He’s been arrested.…
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We walked until we come up on a hunting shed used to clean and skin whitetail. Fore taking a seat on a tree stump, Tate handed me a canteen of water. “I still don’t know why you’re here – With Mr. Miller – In the Confederacy.” “I still don’t know why you think I got…
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The ground beneath my feet sloped downward as I come up on the banks of the lake. When I reached a fat tree trunk, I took a position flatback behind it and scanned the ever-darkening shoreline from left to right. There I spotted the members of my company in the lake washing away the dirt…
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With Captain Docherty fixed on getting Mr. Miller’s advance man to Chattanooga, I followed the rutted path to the other end of the encampment. Along the way, I spotted a holster and Navy Colt revolver hanging from a set of stacked arms outside a tent. I commandeered the holstered weapon and threw it over my…
Horrible Harvest 