Once an amateur archeologist saw a man wearing a bolo tie on which was mounted what appeared to be an almost perfect Indian arrowhead chipped out of obsidian. His imagination began to run away with him. He imagined a time in the distant past when someone had quarried the stone from a place far to the north, where obsidian is to be found. He imagined it being crafted by an ancient artisan and sent along some long-forgotten trade routes to be traded to a member of one of the southern tribes. He wondered if the arrowhead was lost by some hunter shooting at a deer drinking from a forest pond or by a warrior involved in a forgotten intertribal warfare. He wondered if there was some other interesting story to be told about when and how the arrowhead had been found. He wasted no time in making th…