Enter the Witch Doctor. The Witch Doctor Trilogy, #1

They were the kind of musical notes men and woman once swayed to-even worshiped to-or so Jasper had told him, ground from an instrument called an "organ"-which had once been common, or so he'd said, but had vanished from the face of the world. So, too, were there cymbals, which echoed throughout the crew compartment of the War Wagon like tinsel-if tinsel could be said to have a sound-and mingled with the steely whispers of their muskets and tanks and other gear as the truck rocked and their harnesses held them fast."When a maaan loves a woman, " sang a hearty and soulful voice both inside and outside the compartment, and Jeremiah knew they were close, else the driver wouldn't have cued the music, and when he scanned the other Witch Doctors, strapped in six to a bench in the wagon's cramped confines, he knew that they knew it too.
What was more, he knew that, however fearsome they looked in their black jumpsuits and white flame-retardant vests, their goggled respirators, their buckled hats-they were frightened, too.