Origins of the Reaper.

February 1^st 1864
I’ve been stranded here in Virginia since January sixth. Me and the North Carolina 28^th battalion are in the mud and dust, praying for light. I’ve just turned 22 and missing your famous blueberry cobbler you always make me on my birthday. Your tinplate keeps me hope as I hold it in my pocket. I will write back soon. I have begun to hear the cannon’s blaze across the fiery hills towards the north. I hear Sherman is coming

I love you always
Dusten Blake Barefoot

April 9^th 1865

It’s about time, I know it’s been a long while since I’ve wrote, but the war has been so long, and so fierce, I’ve had no time write. General Lee surrendered at Appomattox freeing all military men of the horrors of war. Union and Confederate alike; we are now returning to the place we once held dear. I look forward to seeing you soon. The long march to the swamps back home is in route to you. The long dreams I’ve had of you and our little beloved one are a vivid as day.

As always

Dusten Blake Barefoot

April 15^{th 1865}

I’ve come home to horror. I thought I left the tragedies of war behind me, to come back home to one worse. A note on the table that read

“I am sorry Dusty; but I cannot wait the war out for you to come back. I’ve met a nice fellow from the Union who can do all the things you can do, I’m taking little boo with me to New Hampshire where we can continue as a family while he still can have one.

With deep sorry and much filled love
Sarah”

What woman with a heart so cold so heartless, can still show sorrow and love. I gave this woman my soul only to have it spewed back up front, like a daemon of hell. My heart is now filled with vengeance and anger. One day all with know my wrath. As god as my witness I will show them absolute pain.

April 20^th 1865

My rage is getting the better of me. I nearly set my home ablaze. I’ve also developed the “Wasting Sickness”. Doctor Lambart told me, it was due to all the negative emotions and feelings dwelling inside my soul. Wasting sickness is when your body starts breaking down slowly over time, literally wasting away. He’s recommended me to go back to the railroad to let off some steam.

April 22^{nd 1865}

I’ve returned to the railroad as an engineer of steam locomotives, which I was before the War Between the States. I ran the Texas during the great locomotive chase. With that being said, I’m now the head engineer of the railroad in reconstruction. Sadly to say, I still have the sickness. I’m wasting away, as I work this powerful line. I still hold the grudges, and vengeance towards all who have betrayed me. God help me get through this, because I am in need of your all mighty touch.

May 30^th 1865

I’m unable to work now. I’m now laying in my bed hoping I’m not going to be judged to hell and back. I’m now limited to house work. Doc has me doing less and less. He has me praying and other things. He has said for me to get familiar of my bible and pray hard.

June 20^th 1865

I know I’ve not wrote much in my journal lately, but I’m trying to keep record of the events of I am being trialed at.

My flesh is weak, and my sight is going. I know the sickness is taking its toll. To all my friends and family

Pleas pra………..

December 25^th 1875

Ya’ll are probably wondering how this journal popped up after all this time. From the dust and into the light, I’ve come back. Believe it or not, I made a deal with death and am now a reaper of some sorts. I fairy the wicked to hell, and walk the rest to purgatory, so they can be judged by their deeds and actions, and also may have the chance to make up for the loose ends.

Now it’s time to take my vengeance and hate out on the ones who made my life a living hell.

Watch out, bedlam is calling

Dusten Blake Barefoot

Or as I now go by, in the underworld community

~ The Twisted Mad Hatter of Death

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