WILLIAM BRANSFORD, Tucson, Arizona.
DEAR BROTHER WILL: The last time I heard from you, you were in Tucson.
That was ten years ago, and it seems an awful long time.

I suppose it is too much to hope that you are still there, but it is that hope which is making me write this letter.
Will, father is dead.

He died yesterday, right after I got here.

He asked for you.

Do you know what that means?
It means he wanted you to come back, Will.