Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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Allison Weaver Duffy pulled a pint of Tennessee whisky from her purse and give a pour into her coffee. She held the bottle up, inviting me to put a finger full in my cup, but I give a slight head shake. “You ain’t a drinker?” “I am.” “My whisky ain’t good enough for you?” “I’m…
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Daddy turnt the reins over to me, and I took’em, half expecting they’d bite me. He stood and stretched out his back before giving me instruction. “If’n you can’t get to Mr. Miller, you get to the big fella. Stockton. Tell him that I done what was asked. Tell him I put in my part…
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A woman come by, breathing like a train puffing up speed. Half-naked. She’d shit herself from fright. She took a look at the dead boy and then me. I give her a head-tilt to the left. I didn’t want no part of killing her. She split the underbrush quick as a cat. I made my…
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I am Major Galt’s assassin. It was what come to mind as I stared at him slumped forward, still set on his fat ass, too round to fall all they way forward. The boy, now all the way dead, was in a folded heap next to him. I owned his last breath, too, and I…
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Daddy whistled. “Heels to toes, boy. Quick feet.” I turned with haste and give him a follow. He fired one shot and then two others, and when I come around the corner, I seen three dead and dying crackers. A horde of noise come next – Screams, mad grunts, yelling. Didn’t no shots come back…
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At to the edge of the cesspool village, stood a crooked tent made of patches of fabric from a dozen somewheres. It was well ventilated on account of the holes and poor stitching. Daddy pulled his knife. “Stand at the entrance. Call for Dillard to come out.” “Sir?” “Don’t bring on dumb. You heard me.”…
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Charles took hold of two long guns and loaded up a satchel with ammo. Douglas took position in the tall grass and locked eyes on the entrance of Galtville. I stuffed dynamite under my shirt, secured tight against my belly by the waist of my britches. Daddy put two pistols down the back of his…
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Setting next to Daddy is like setting next to a rattlesnake. It ain’t just terrifying. It makes you think about all the wrong you done in your life that brung you to the occasion of finding yourself set next to a rattlesnake. I was far too young to have done that much wrong. This favor…
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The boat come to the shallows. Gators scurried. Tate stepped into the soft river bottom and pulled us along at the bow. I set the oars in the boat. Douglas staggered forward. “Get, boy.” Tate stood and towered over Daddy’s shadow, but he didn’t dare look him in the eye. Not outta fear of what…
Horrible Harvest 