Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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So my domain has been suspended because there is something wrong with the ICANN verification email. I never got it. The WordPress Happiness Engineers haven’t provided much happiness. I’m sure they’re lovely people, but I’m all out of ideas and running low on patience. Until I figure this out, my posts from the book will…
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The makeshift tent was not hard to spot. It was as the tosspot had said. Large. Especially in comparison to the other tents that surrounded it. Before we reached it, Captain Doc turned to Hicks. “Sargeant, hang back. Conceal yourself.” “Aye, sir.” “Keep a watch.” “For what, sir?” “Bad business.” “What sort of bad business,…
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A woman run half-dressed from a tent some 10 feet ahead of us, and we all come to a stop at Captain Doc’s hand signal. A fella stewed out of his mind and gushing blood from his nose come out of the tent in staggering pursuit of the now screaming woman. He got five steps…
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Swindlers and fucking profiteers. That’s what come to mind at Felix’s funeral. I hated the piss out of myself for letting my mind go there, but we was tied to the Bunning brothers who conned the plantation swill out of cash and dignity, though they had little of the latter to lose, and Captain Doc…
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Two hours passed before Felix and me had our asses planted in our new saddles – He atop a spotted pony and me on my pale mount. Two black steeds and a rusty-colored pack horse were in tow behind us in a single file line. In my absence from her, Virginia never left from my…
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By mid-afternoon, we were back at the boarding house. The old woman who owned the place was giving Bobby a piece of her ever-loving mind. He’d pissed her mattress and brought in two more boarders without asking her. He smoothed things over in his usual manner, with a silver coin or two. When I entered…
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Reminder: This story contains offensive language. Dehumanizing language. I wish it weren’t necessary, but it is. You’ve been warned. The widow prepared a simple lunch. Bread, gravy, and rice. I couldn’t go nowhere nears the rice, but I ate more than my share of bread. I didn’t have nothing but hardtack the four years prior,…
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An hour later, I was settled into a warm bath, a washcloth covering my face, my feet hanging over the end of the spoon sized tub. I’d scrubbed dirt out of every nook and cranny on my rail thin frame, and the widow had left a handheld mirror and razor so I could get rid…
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A good stretch ‘fore the war ended just about everything had gone to shit. By the time my company was put under Longstreet’s command, the state of the Confederate army wasn’t no more than a group of cobbled together militias. Generals worked to make hell for other generals. Dog poor mutinies become common place. Colonels,…
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Time runs you down. Jostles you about. Hands you good and bad. Then kills you in the end. And all along the way, it don’t give a damn how you spend it. All it cares is that it gets spent. Can’t save it, and you can’t invest in it to get more of it. The…
Horrible Harvest 