I was there the day you died, watching from the hotel balcony.

 I’m sorry for not coming to see you sooner. It’s a nice, beautiful day. The rain cleared out last night, so the sky is crystal blue. I wish you were here to enjoy it with me.

I’ve spent years trying to cover my guilt for disobeying your orders. We argued that day in the kitchen when you were ordered to end the ranchers’ feud. It changed my life in unimaginable ways. I followed in your footsteps, Benjamen, and became a US Marshal.