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"Someone or
something is trying to change the outcome of the American Civil War and Mr.
Tibbs must prevent the Time-Line from being altered; so it's back to 1863 and
the forthcoming Battle of Gettysburg. Jericho must discover the plot and who's
behind it and quickly, for he also knows that someone is about to betray the
temporal detectives - is it a spy, time traveller or something more
sinister?"
“THE READER SHOULD BE AWARE THAT THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, RACIST SLURS AND CENSORED LANGUAGE, THE WORDS AND PHRASES USED WOULD – SADLY – BE AUTHENTIC FOR THIS TIME PERIOD OF AMERICAN HISTORY. I HAVE REDUCED ONE WORD TO JUST 'N' FOR THE MORE SENSATIVE READERS, DESPITE BEING AGAINST ‘SANITISING’ OR REWRITING HISTORY. HISTORY WITH ALL IT FAULTS SHOULD BE SEEN AND READ AS IT WAS, ONLY THEN CAN THE FUTURE BE A BETTER PLACE. YOU DON’T REALLY LEARN FROM CENSORSHIP, EXCEPT HOW TO HIDE THE DISTURBING TRUTH AND FACTS ABOUT HUMANITY'S PAST. ”
SJW.
Episode may contain the following warnings:
“All incidents and dialogue, and all characters with the exception of some well-known historical figures, are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Where real-life historical figures appear, the situations, incidents, and dialogues concerning those persons are entirely fictional and are not intended to depict actual events or to change the entirely fictional nature of the work. In all other respects, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Author’s notes about this episode:
[1] A little extra warning: this Episode contains language that was common for the time and now
may be considered offensive. It contains censored dialogue. It also contains
some sexual references.
[2]
Names have been changed to protect the innocent!
[3]
The original Title for this episode was: ‘GETTYSBURG.’
[4]
A ‘Jericho Tibbs’ original story.
[5] This episode is based - in part - upon a true incident. 'The Battle of Gettysburg' in 1863 was a turning point in the American Civil War: for more background information please see the 'WIKIPEDIA' entry HERE.
[6] "BETRAYAL AT GETTYSBURG.” This episode, was conceived and written by the author. Copyright © 2011-2025 Stephen Williams. No reproduction of any part without written permission. The episode illustration is an original drawing created by the author. It is copyright ©2011 - 2025 Stephen Williams. No reproduction of any part without written permission.
[7] There is an 'ALEXANDRA' series adult extended version currently available entitled:
"ALEXANDRA'S MIDNIGHT(S) AT GETTYSBURG."
Concept
date: 13th October 2017
First published: 20th January 2020
Status: COMPLETED & PUBLISHED.
Location: BOOK SERIES 1 – EPISODE 6.
Revisions: 4 [last revised March
2019]
Version:
Final.
Published
Episode No. 06
Previous
episode: “The impossible films of Miss
Stockyard Canning.”
Next
episode: “Hobbs Abby and the Devil’s
graveyard.”
Age
recommendation: 15+
Average
reading time: Approximately 75 Minutes.
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 1 - 941270 - 10 – 1863
The young corporal coughed and pointed to the body; "His been run through with a fuckin' sword I'd say, look at the gap on that cut." A couple of other soldiers stared down at the dead man and one scratched his head; "He's got a cocked pistol in his hand ready to shoot, yet someone got so close that he could run a fuckin' sword through him - that don't make sense!"
The sergeant examined the pistol; it had not been fired. One name came to mind; 'Black sword'.
"Yankee Calvary coming' fast up the road!" One of the pickets waved his hat from the thick bushes on the opposite side of the road and everyone dashed into the relative safety of the woods, to watch the Yankee Calvary patrol ride past.
"Who ever killed that young fella must 'ave robbed him sarge, didn't have a plugged nickel on him." The young corporal shouldered his rifle and fell in behind his colleagues, for the long walk back to the rebel encampment.
The old sergeant nodded and rubbed the fragment of paper between his fingers; he had never seen paper like it and he had spent seventeen years working the presses for the main newspaper at Richmond, before joining the colours and fighting in the army of North Virginia under General Robert E. Lee.
"Strange paper and even stranger little useless box." He muttered to himself and wondered why the notorious character 'Black sword' had killed the young fella - but then, he didn't have another horse when spotted by the picket - strange stuff indeed.
He had heard a couple of rumours about the fella in the yellow dust coat from some boys in the 22nd. Apparently he had killed two men over Greenbrier way with a fucking sword - a fucking black sword - before they even managed to pull their god damn pistols out!
He chuckled to himself and pushed the paper fragment into his pocket. He would report all that his picket had found to Captain Joe 'Shamrock' Delaney and so he headed for the Captains tent. He stared about the growing city of tents, horses, waggons and men - if many more arrive; then a great big battle is in the offering here.
He spat and wiped his mouth and beard and told his men to rest and get some grub on. The old sergeant made his way to Captain Delaney's tent, clutching the fragment of strange paper. He passed the two strangers leaving the good captain's tent; they nodded and raised their hats and started to talk quietly with each other. The sergeant laughed; the men called the pair 'Too tall and way short."
They were apparently 'whisky drummers' trying to sell their stuff to the officers in the army - probably to both God damn sides! Still, they claimed to be English and so they were 'neutrals' in this bloody war and could visit any side they wanted - and sell their whisky to whoever they wanted. It was a very good war for some people, the sergeant mused as he arrived at the captains tent.
He shouted out his name and stood outside until Captain Delaney called him in. The Captain was a big, powerful Irish man who came from Virginia and sported a black beard to match his hair and eyes. He was sitting on a rough wooden chair with his boots off, rubbing his feet with whisky and cold water. He took a couple of swigs from the same bottle that he had applied to his feet and coughed.
Alone in his tent, Captain Delaney sat nursing the whisky bottle and then slowly placed the whisky bottle upon the empty table and pulled his officer's truck from the rear of the tent and slowly opened the chest. He rummaged inside for a few seconds and pulled out a dark canvas bag and placed it on the table. Slowly he unwrapped the bundle and ran a hand across the strange object that lay before him.
His thoughts were interrupted by a shout outside his tent; "Sir, the scout Mister Sage is here!" Delaney covered the object up and slumped in his chair. The scout pushed his way in and unbuttoned his long dark dust coat, the two white pearl handled pistols, hanging from each hip were immediately noticeable. The scout folded his arms and stared at the whisky bottle - he said nothing.
"That bastard McIves has killed young Benny and probably has the map." He held up the fragment and then handed Mister Sage the whisky bottle. "Sorry to hear that Joe, I know you liked the boy." Sage took a swig and wiped his mouth, then slapped his dust covered hat against his leg. "Its gonna break his mothers heart when I tell her." Delaney muttered and accepted the bottle back.
"Those two fuckwits I hired with that money you gave me, to kill McIves let him get too close despite all what I told them." Sage grunted and added; "They won't make that mistake again; he killed the pair without getting a scratch." Delaney sighed and placed a hand upon the hilt of his sabre; "If I ever catch up with that bastard, we'll see how good he is with a sword."
Sage nodded and pulled a half smoked cigar from his coat and placed it in his mouth. Delaney tossed him a large match and Sage struck it against his boot and lit his cigar. "More bad new I'm afraid; that other bastard Jericho Tibbs is on his way here." Delaney groaned and ran several fingers through his beard. "Can you get another copy of that damn map before the fight starts?"
Sage blew smoke from his mouth and nodded; "Yep, but how do we get it here in secret, under that fucker's Tibbs nose; his bound to know about me if McIves is on the scene." Delaney leaned back on his wobbly chair and half smiled; "Just get the map to her and she'll do the rest."
Sage actually chuckled, then picked up the whisky bottle again; "Don't leave this around Joe, those other two retards don't have a clue. You won't be able to buy a bottle like this for another couple of years here in the States." Delaney nodded and accepted the bottle back and placed it in his officer's chest. "No money was found on his body, so McIves must have the money we arranged to pay that slimy little rat for his information. See that he gets what's due to him."
The scout pushed his hat back on and said softly; "That will be a pleasure." He turned and left the captain alone. Sage would make sure that the little rat and his dirty whore of a girlfriend would get what's coming to them. He chuckled and glanced back at the tent, then walked over to Major Canter's HQ located in a small seed barn, by the little stream. Sage chuckled; the Major was a known misogynist and a terrible racist - he also didn't mind killing off the battlefield - a perfect choice.
