Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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Midafternoon come and the bloated general stood naked at knee-level in the brown water of the pond. He grumbled curse words to himself as the lye soap cut through the dirt and soaked his paper-thin skin. He slowly turnt as pink as the flamingos he’d must’ve seen along the banks of the Loxahatchee River. Kenneth…
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General Albert C. Cato, the hero of Loxahatchee River, stood hunched at the shoulders. His double chin come triple sized and give his fat head so much weight, his neck took on a hard bend forward. He’d attempted to shave, but a shake in his hands left a sad excuse for a beard in place.…
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Two day later they fount the round, stink-of-horse-piss sheriff – All the way dead. Daddy’d choked him with his shackle chain. Rex was put on high alert. Most everybody that didn’t know him expected him to come back and get payback for his life getting turnt to shit, but Me, Momma, and Charles knew him…
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I spent the day trying my damnedest to talk Kenneth out of taking up Charles’ fool challenge, but he wasn’t having none of it. He felt the need to prove himself to my older brother, even though my older brother was piece of shit. At the lamplight hour, the three of us met up at…
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Kenneth was the one who alerted me and Charles. The Sheriff was on the property. He’d come for Daddy. The three of us run from the house to the pond quick as rabbits running from a fox. We hushed up at the sight of him. Down to one eye, and chased after by ill health,…
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It was at supper that we learnt Daddy was a guest at Rex, too. Not a guest so much as a prisoner. He was housed in what they call a Hell Box – A special built cage kept in a pond on a piece of the property out past the stables. His hands was cuffed…
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When we touched ground on the Kingdom of Rex, we was greeted with open arms. Mrs. Miller come at us like a long-lost relative setting eyes on us for the first time in years. We, the three of us, stood in front of our rickety old rig, looking as out of place as a hat…
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Morning come. I woke with my back in a knot and my lungs full of dew. Every time I coughed the knot in my back grew tighter, so tight it felt like it was pulling my ribs toward my crooked spine. Allison’d been up an hour ‘fore me. She’d explored the property to keep from…
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I slowly raised up, stretching out to my full-on height, towering over the smaller captain. I couldn’t move my eyes off Davidson. “Steal rope from these tents. We shall put him on display. Let the bluebellies know that they will never find rest if they choose to enlist our negroes in their army.” I pult…
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“In the dirt,” an unseen bluebelly begged. The voice was familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it right off. “Face down. I got no aim to shoot, but I will.” “You alone?” I asked. “On the ground. Hands out.” “You alone?” “I didn’t direct you to ask me no questions. I directed you to…
Horrible Harvest 