Whether Rob planned it or not, I’ll never know, but James Pleasant Wolfshadow came to embody many of his creator’s qualities even in the first draft—determination, loyalty, duty, humility, forgiveness, acceptance, and compassion. By the time he pitched the idea to cowrite a science fantasy novel featuring a Native American protagonist, set in a dystopian future that our present resembles more each day, Rob Graham had worked out most plot and character details that would guide first-draft writing.
Jim Wolfshadow is a former special ops agent who retired to apply his clandestine abilities for America’s ruling corporation, Nattech. After his wife dies in a terrorist attack most likely designed to take him out, Wolfshadow retires into seclusion, guilt-ridden and struggling to find redemption, confiding in only one person, his lifelong friend and occasional lover, Sarah Little Bird Boone.
Wolfshadow’s guilt over his wife’s death is based on a love so deep and primal that he cannot forgive himself even though he had no control over events. Wolfshadow’s devotion is a reflection of Rob’s deep love for his former wife, Teri. To honor her, he named Wolfshadow’s wife Teri. As Rob’s alcohol addiction worsened, his relationship with Teri deteriorated to the point she could no longer remain with him. They divorced, and his addiction and decline continued until he hit bottom, losing everything, ending up on the street, scrounging from garbage bins to stay alive until that morning when an especially awe-inspiring sunrise provided the epiphany and clarity he needed to change his life. The moment proved one of Rob’s most spiritual, if not the most, and he dedicated himself to kicking alcohol and rebuilding his life. He began to explore his spiritual side, reflected in the meditative practices employed by Wolfshadow and Little Bird. His affection for his former wife never waned as he harbored the unlikely hope that he would one day reunite with her.
Rob lived in Texas, and I in Alabama. He didn’t like computers, instead writing detailed outlines in longhand, which he would then flesh out via hunt-and-peck typing on an old typewriter. He’d mail the first-draft chapters to me to revise. I’d then send them back. Chapter by chapter, back and forth. It proved time-consuming, of course, but it also enabled us to consider more closely the plot and characters, especially as he explored the mythologies of religions from around the world, something that affected his personal outlook and beliefs as well as Wolfshadow’s.
To support himself, Rob worked as a server for a family steakhouse, earning about $2.50 an hour plus tips. He busted his ass for a pittance on which he could barely survive. The job included no benefits, certainly no health insurance. When Rob developed worsening pain in his throat, he delayed a medical checkup until he could no longer bear it. It turned out to be cancer. He began to decline somewhat physically, but continued to work even as he struggled to pay for treatment, eventually securing some assistance from the state. The cancer appeared to go into remission, but that was short-lived. Eventually, he lost his job and ability to pay for treatment. The cancer spread. The pain increased. He could not afford the exorbitant costs of medication, but he could afford a bottle of cheap alcohol, and that helped deaden the pain. It also rekindled his addiction.
Progress on the novel slowed until it stopped completely. We’d finished the first draft and had begun the second, but the last three chapters of the first draft and all of the second draft, for whatever reason, went missing. The cancer worsened, along with his consumption of alcohol, until Rob finally arranged a deal with a teaching university to provide palliative care in exchange for the donation of his body for study upon his death. In care, he again kicked alcohol, but his physical decline continued at an increasing rate as the cancer spread.

Nevertheless, he expressed a desire to get back to the novel, but the missing chapters were an issue. We talked at least once a week, his growing weakness evident in his voice. I encouraged him to write what he could recall of the chapters, that I would flesh them out. He promised he would, but he simply didn’t have the energy.
Near the end, he grew too weak to communicate with me via letter or phone. His brother David became our go-between, urging Rob to scribble whatever he could about the chapters, which would then be passed on to me. David’s encouragement had two purposes—to press Rob to complete his final creative dream, and to distract him from the painful decline he was experiencing. Two days before he passed away, Rob wrote several lines on the yellow notepad, tapped it with the pencil, and told David that I would understand what he’d written was the end, that he’d leave me to fill in the missing chapters leading up to this new ending. Over the next two years, that’s what I did, along with revising the novel numerous times until it eventually became the completed
Shadow of the Storm in which Wolfshadow seeks self-forgiveness and understanding regarding the death of his wife, much like Rob had in life.
Soon after entering the palliative care facility, Rob contacted Teri. They had the conversation he had imagined many times before, deep, reflective, and affirming, affording him some peace despite his regret that life had not been different. But isn’t that the way we all end up, wishing we had been better, had made different choices, that we had shaped ourselves in a far more constructive, compassionate way, that the life we live actually has meaning? Thing is, Rob’s life did have meaning. And much of that truly meaningful life is reflected in the character of James Pleasant Wolfshadow.
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