Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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The river was bloodless. At the surface. Tranquil without show. The current bent and swirled all about without haste. The water moved with a calmness. Toward nothing. Away from nothing. Into itself and around. Building circled wakes upon itself. Gentle-like. Tate stood on the bow of the boat, holding to a rope tied to a…
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Two fellas running near full of whisky got themselves into an argument about shit that don’t matter. Whether it was about Felix or not, I can’t say, but as much drink as they had in them in a room full of folks high on sad, it probably did and didn’t have a goddamn thing to…
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The command come from outside. “Cease your gunfire. I instruct you to cease at once.” Me and the rest of Company K recognized the voice of our captain right off. Mr. Miller looked out the wall of windows and seen Captain Doc on horseback, flanked in a semi-circle by the rest of Company K, aiming…
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The new arrival stomped across the threshold of the front door, knocking grime and dust from his boots with intent, and I was pleased to see it was my brother by half, Douglas. I didn’t hold no sentiment toward him, but I did see me some opportunity. I’d get to kill him on this night,…
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Tate shoved Monroe’s gun down the front of his britches and put himself behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll give your shoulder a squeeze when I’ve determined it’s prudent for you to free yourself and take Monroe’s weapon from my waistband.” I give a sigh. “Bailey’s right. Don’t overthink this. This ain’t…
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Nope. I’m not a fan of AI voice/video recordings, but what’s a poor boy to do? This is a snippet of Old Ghosts. BTW – I tried adding a southern accent, but it just sounded like Festus from Gun Smoke – Look it up, kids!
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Cut near in two, Monroe went limp, and Tate set him quiet on the floor. A sea of red sprawled out like a spider stretching its eight gangly legs. Bailey stood in open-mouthed awe for a moment before a soft, little giggle jumped out of her throat. “Bailey-girl, you gather up Constance, Rosette and the…
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With nary a smidge of confidence we’d avoid finding ourselves grave deep at the other end of Tate’s plan, I moved past him and rambled to the house, up the stoop and in front of the kitchen door. Tate tapped on the solid oak door with the barrel of his gun. Seconds passed ‘fore the…
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The spoon set heavy in Allison Weaver Duffy’s hand, ready to shovel another bite of sugar and rice into her mouth. She give me a look. A long look. She was waiting for me to get on with it, to give her a peek at Daddy, in that room, mad as a hatter, but I…
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I dismounted and guided my horse to a nearby hitching post and followed the nurse through the grounds to an entrance to the building. A man dressed as a lawman of some sort greeted us and asked me my business. She explained that I was visiting a patient, and he took on a friendlier tone,…
Horrible Harvest 