Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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The Last Plantation Pritchard’s plantation was the smallest of our stops. It measured out to a paltry 174 acres, and everyone who knew the place agreed Thomas Pritchard mismanaged the piss out of it. He grew rice like Daddy, but unlike Daddy, he didn’t have much in the way in what they call aptitude for…
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Author’s note: It’s here. That vile word. The Runaway Sundays on our little rice farm didn’t bring no reprieve from work. Especially the first Sunday of every month. The day started about two hour from sunrise. The liquor was still sloshing about in Daddy’s belly when he kicked all his boys out of bed. We…
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I was raised on tearing things asunder. Had a hand in it even ‘fore the war, and I carried it on after Appomattox took me out of my grays. That’s what you need to know on me. I ain’t good. I give it a try when I was younger, but it never stuck, and as…
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Note: Before reading any further, this is where the vile rubber meets the road. I feel strange having to explain myself as a writer, but I am also a member of this global community, so I feel like I owe you a warning and explanation. You are going to find the most offensive racial slur…
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Sumbitch hated me. Normally I don’t give a good goddamn about such things, but he ain’t just another thing. I seen him graveside ‘fore he seen me. Didn’t know he was still among the living ‘fore that. Felix never said a word on him in all the years we knew each other. I thought he’d…
Horrible Harvest 