January 5, 1871
A rather pleasant telegram arrived from Emmett:
"Your reputation has preceded you. Some people out here would like to meet you. I urge you to visit us in California. I will arrange for your stay. Adam is nearing completion. Best of luck."
I am deeply flattered that, against everything that transpired, Emmett, and some members of the new delegation, wish to remain in touch with me. It gave me a mighty big smile. I recall stepping out on the university law for lunch, relishing the sky to ponder something I never considered until then. Destiny has been drawing me closer westward. Perhaps I will find the consolation and closure I so yearn for. Something is awaiting my arrival—this much I know. Now I sit at my desk, basking in the lunar light, quietly observing the shimmering moon. The air is rich with fortune.
