The Cain In The Field

by Martin Francom

...Name's Virgil Kane. I'm a Tennessee boy, born and raised, and I suppose you could say I\'ve seen some things. The war saw to that. ...Spring of 1865 found me walking out of a Union prison camp with nothing but the clothes on my back and a leather pouch that wasn't mine. Inside that pouch was everything my little brother Samuel had been carrying when he died—my Pa's watch, a photograph of our family when we were whole, a letter he never finished writing, and a sprig of dried lavender from...