side it was “a pocket watch, a copper treasure map, a ring, a bar of smelted gold and other metals, and coins,” says James Dodson, who led us here. “The main thing was the map, and the kettle itself was a clue on the map.”
I’ve seen a copy of the map. I’ve seen the pocket watch. They’re potent talismans, imbued with history and possibility, and it’s easy to understand why men — mostly men — walk these hills today, flipping over rocks, examining trees, searching for some lost clue that will unlock outlaw mysteries.
The wind blows, and Landsberger makes his way to safety. We’ve walked in the footsteps of Jesse James. We’ve seen his hidden signs.
Now if we could just find some treasure.
— Ken Raymond, Staff Writer