My great grandfather, David Sylvester Adams (1871-1934) wrote the following about his uncle David Thomas (D. T., "Tom") Waynick, a minister, (b.c. 1847, son of David Pryor Waynick and Malnda Dickson), and Jesse James - nothing about fiddling, though:

"As a young preacher he [Tom Waynick] and a dear friend, Rev. Wilson Binkley once held a protracted meeting at Bowen’s Chapel in Big Bottom, near Duck River. Just at the beginning of the service one night, Bro. Binkley announced to the audience that Bro. Waynick had been called to go about 30 miles up the Tennessee River to conduct a funeral the next day. He must go that night and had brought no horse with him, being a long way from home, and would some brother volunteer to furnish a horse and a guide, as Bro. Waynick had never been this road and would almost surely get lost in the dark. Just as he ceased speaking a tall distinguished looking man, who had been a regular attendant at the meetings, arose and said: Bro. Binkley, I shall be glad to go. I have two very good horses and I know the way.” “Very well, Bro. Howard. I thank you,” Rev. Binkley replied – “And I’m sure Bro. Waynick will be very grateful for your kindness.” So they departed in the night, mounted on two fine horses belonging to “Bro. Howard.” Made the trip without incident and returned to the church next day just as Bro. Binkley had started the night service. “Bro. Howard” was none other than Jesse James himself, who happened to be living not far from the church at what is now known as the Henry Link farm. Uncle Tom said Jesse rarely missed a service at the church and always gave close attention to the sermon. Jesse James was the son of a Baptist minister & was baptized in his father’s church. A bad man? Not half so bad as he has been painted. He had as many loyal friends as any man."