On my recent visit to Superior, AZ, I wandered into a little shop on the main drag. Inside they were selling art from estate sales.
One fellow from the rez was there, and he had various antique masks and artifacts for sale. On the ground next to the table was a horse skull. He said it was his pony that died. I asked how much, he said $16. Sold. While a truly “found” object, it has a story. It was his horse. I now have an obligation to treat it with respect and hopefully incorporate it into a worthwhile art piece.