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The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson

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  • Part 1 – The Pour – Chapter 12

    Didn’t nobody leave. An hour in at the diner, and the liquor was poured higher by an inch or two and the pots of coffee grew cold on the tables. It was consumed in drips and drops, whereas the whisky was drunk by bellyfulls. I was the only one who didn’t take to it. I…

  • Part 3 – The Firm – Chapter 10

    I fount my way to the kitchen. The stamp-sized area was near packed to the rafters with Bobby and his gang – Or firm as he preferred to call us. We et without saying a word at first, but the silence felt sinister. Soon enough, small talk bounced from one fella to the next. Not…

  • A History of this Writer’s Struggle with the N-Word

    I am a white male. My age puts me in the category of “elderly” to some, and to those people I say, fuck you! I’m old, not elderly. You’ll know the difference when you’re my age. I am also a Southerner. I was born in the South, and I lived most of my life in…

  • Part 3 – Wages of Sin – Chapter 9

    Felix hurried Virginia into the kitchen, and I stepped outside. Darren and the others were sitting in a half circle, chatting about the humidity that hung in the air. Approaching them, I asked, “Which one of you boys has the least to offer?” “Offer?” Darren asked. “In what way you talking about?” “Which of you…

  • Part 3 – The Farrier – Chapter 8

    At an hour or two ‘for dusk, the Bunning Brothers gang stopped at a small unpainted house on a tiny farm in the middle of nowhere that we’d come to learn was a half-days ride from Memphis proper. We were dog tired and famished. The plan was to set up camp near the house and…

  • Part 3 – The Diner – Chapter 7

    Otto give me a dead-eyed glare at the diner. Mourners gathered there to sit with the loss of Felix in a group, eating fresh made water pie and drinking coffee, some with cream, some with whisky, most with both. Can’t say why I went. The Widow Jeffries asked me. That’s true enough, but it ain’t…

  • Anthropic Settlement for Authors

    I had a weird Saturday. I received a notice via snail mail that I am eligible to receive a settlement from a copyright lawsuit against Anthropic. I was stunned, and maybe just a tad bit excited that, finally, I would make money from my books (beyond the meager advance I received from the publisher). As…

  • Part 2 – Davidson and the Runt – Chapter 8

    Trigger warning: Dehumanizing language and disturbing imagery. I sat down smack dab in the middle of the path Davidson always traveled around our property. Cross-legged, I stared in the direction he’d be approaching. I just knew he’d be on his way anytime. He just had to be. If there was a God, a claim in…

  • Part 2 – The First Virginia – Chapter 7

    Trigger warning: This is a highly offensive passage. I know this because I wrote it, and the story about the baby in the coffle is based on a true story. It’s horrific and hard to read. In addition, this has that dehumanizing word that gives me no pleasure using, but unfortunately it’s necessary for tone…

  • Part 2 – The Girl in the Woods – Chapter 6

    We stared at one another for what seemed an eternity plus an hour or two. I only looked away when Charles yelled out, “You stuck, boy?” He was far enough away that it was hard to hear him, but he was also loud by nature, so he had good practice at overcoming such things as…