“So you’re a professional looter, is that it?” asked Swoops quietly.

“Naw, man, don’t be doing me like that,” Woody groaned. “I salvage abandoned property. When I say I find things, I’m talking about finding them in the socially interactive environments where these things are transacted. Well, mostly anyway. It’s all perfectly legit. I mean if you go to Santa Fe or Taos, you can buy and sell virtually anything you want—long as you can establish a credible provenance.”

“So, you like set up your Winnebago at flea markets and gun shows and places like that and barter Indian artifacts?” asked Clare.

Everyone got a chuckle out of that.

“Ah, well, flea markets would be a stretch for the quality of the items I’m dealing in,” Woody said. “I’m primarily working with established dealers and clients who already have a keen appreciation for quality and value.”

“How’s that working out for you?” asked Deacon. “You find the Holy Grail yet?”

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