Chapter 11 – The Masters Meddle
The night before the battle group was scheduled to arrive at its destination, Jerry did a little picking. Kajora was right about the banjo being a cheap model. It had some minor fret buzz. But it was better than nothing.
The joy of making music took over, and his worries melted away. He tore through a few songs, thinking about the years after the Claim War of playing gigs with his band. He idly wondered how his old bandmates were doing.
He launched into Homestead Blues, an old mainstay. His fingers were finally starting to get their old rhythm back, and the missed notes became less frequent.
Senzon materialized right in front of him. “I like that one. Reminds me of a tune we used to dance to.”
Jerry's fingers slipped, producing a twang that sounded vagu
