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The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson

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  • Part 1 – The Magic Box – Chapter 34

    Evers stepped out the shack with a sack of flour and a sack of rice draped over his shoulder. “Got a good bit of flour and rice. Ain’t but a tin of beans to be had.” Felix followed out the shack caring a small trunk. “Got a whole mess of something – brown something –…

  • Part 1 – The Lanky Bastard – Chapter 33

    As we approached the shack, I managed to convince myself that the stranger with one eye was just that, a stranger. Felix opened the door and nearly jumped out his skin when the lanky figure of my daddy greeted him with a pistol in his hand. “What’s doing, fellas?” he asked, as he stepped over…

  • Part 1 – The Tennessee River Cathedral – Chapter 32

    It was ’63. Company K’d been put under General Bragg’s command. He was a real sumbitch, he was. You could shake a dozen sticks in every direction ‘fore you’d find a single soul who’d have either a kind or neutral word on the man. But, he was who he was, a fucking general, so we…

  • Part 1 – The Last Train To Baltimore – Chapter 31

    The last train to Baltimore never arrived. The engineer’d drunk himself into a full stew and there weren’t a replacement to be found, not one that was less stewed, anyhow. “S’pose that means I’ll have to find a room somewheres,” Allison said. “What about your brothers?” “What about them?” “Can’t they put you up?” She…

  • Part 3 – Godspeed – Chapter 24

    Three days later, Douglas was ready to travel, but only barely. He forced himself out the bed and drank his fill of broth and nibbled on bread. I tried to convince him that he wasn’t near fit to ride with me, but he weren’t having it. He had this idea that once we was on…

  • Part 3 – The Resignation – Chapter 23

    The wrath come. That night. Gladys fussed and fumed for hours. Letting Douglas know, clear as day, he was a stupid, and pigheaded man who’d sure enough violate God’s direction if he accompanied me to the Dakotas, and he’d get himself kilt on top of it. Douglas kept his Tennyson temper in check, and he…

  • Part 3 – A Monster Almost Made – Chapter 22

    When the afternoon rolled around, Gladys and Felix left by wagon for Jackson. I set nervous at Douglas’s bedside. Virginia had grown restless, so I sent her outside to explore the property, reminding her that the knife I give her was for when she felt threatened by anything or anyone. I’d spent hours upon hours…

  • Part 3 – The World Built Wrong – Chapter 21

    We tore ass out of Louisiana with the Klan on our trail. I’d done what Bobby asked. I cranked up the noise to take down their gathering, and more than a few of ‘em went crispy and dead. They was none too happy, and they had hangings on their mind. A week later we found…

  • Part 3 – Saint or Sumbitch – Chapter 20

    Her train come and went. Didn’t neither of us notice. The past does that at times. It wraps you up and keeps you hid from the day you’re setting in. You just get locked into all the awful and wonderful that turnt you into a saint or sumbitch. I come to realize long ago that…

  • Part 2 – A Used to Be – Chapter 31

    I don’t recall the this and that of the night. I et some of the beef stew. Not but a bite or two because I was stomach-popping full of Groundnut Cakes by the time a bowl was set in front of me. I picked at the stew while Miss Ginger laid down a pallet for…