CHAPTER SIX
Jesse Running Wolf sat alone in his cabin in the woods, fighting his urges. He felt the urge to drink. He felt the urge to smoke w**d. But most of all, he felt the urge to call home.
He couldn’t drink or smoke, no matter how bored and lonely he felt. Jesse knew what happened if you went down that path. He’d been down there before, and being clean and sober for eight years doesn’t take away the danger of slipping. In fact, it makes it worse, because you get off your guard. At least he could drive into Flagstaff twice a week for AA and NA meetings. That gave him sort of a social life.
He had insisted on attending the meetings over the objections of the officers running the Witness Protection Program. There was no point in the program saving his life if he only ended up throwi
