The trio had rode into San Antonio that morning on a wagon, planning on picking up some seed and grain before dusk after enjoying the downtown area for the afternoon. Marion drove the wagon with Long John sitting alongside him. JD stretched his legs in the back, propped comfortably against a pile of burlap sacks as he filled the air with whimsical harmonica notes. Although not quite the expert, JD"s playing was such that it provided a relaxing backdrop to the three hour ride into town.
“You know, you ought to throw in with those Irish folks down the way,” Marion called back as he steered their two horse team around a bend. “They do play some fine music, and I am sure they would be able to teach you a thing or two.”
“I do believe this is the Irish blood in my veins,” JD replied. “I"ve alw
