On a small table underneath the window, 20 or 30 small dolls stand facing forward, resplendent in colourful costumes and beaded necklaces.“They are Plains Indian and Apache dolls,” Fenn says, already moving on to another display.
Two years ago, Dal Neitzel set off in search of treasure.
He drove 1,540 miles from his home in Washington State to the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, part of the Rockies in New Mexico, hoping to find a Romanesque chest.
Deliberately vague, it apparently included nine cryptic but vital clues, including: “Begin it where warm waters halt / And take it in the canyon down / Not far, but too far to walk / Put in below the home of Brown.” The author of the poem was an elderly Texan art dealer named Forrest Fenn.
An inveterate raconteur with an infectious chuckle, Fenn was a familiar face in Santa Fe, where he’d lived with his wife, Peggy, since the Seventies.
“There must be a few Indiana Jones types out there, like me, ready to throw a bedroll in the pickup and start searching,” he wrote.