My boy was down on the wash the other day, pushing cattle from one pasture to another, when he came across a human skull that had washed up during the recent rains.
There were some other things too .... medicine bag, pottery shards. All were older that dirt, the skull was red as the clay it was washed up from, no bullet holes, a natural death for all he knew.
At one time, the Anasazi lived along this wash. Petroglyphs are drawn high on the canyon walls and are often smoke stained from ancient cooking fires below. Later, the Navajo would travel through. We have a time keeping people from coming out to dig for artifacts. Seems lots of people nowadays have what they like to call a "private museum" and they're all looking for places to loot.
My boy's response to finding this skull was to rebury it along with the medicine bag and pottery shards. We'll keep it "low profile", no talk around town. Let this old fellow rest in peace.
As they'd say in Lousiana, "keep away the bad juju".