Camp Seyda turned out to be the opposite of what Darryl had imagined. Not only were the people much nicer, but he could truly be himself. The schedule was rigid, and Cole had no problems hitting slackers with his hat if they were neglecting their horses, but otherwise no one was forced to do anything. It was the safest environment Darryl knew outside of his own home.
That didn’t mean there were no problems at all. Although many of the kids bonded over their similar issues, those issues had a tendency to show up now and then. Half the kids experienced withdrawal symptoms during the first week, whether it was from cigarettes, alcohol, or harder drugs. Darryl missed the static bliss of weed sometimes, but it was nothing compared to the girl who started compulsively scratching herself because
