Her finger weekend on the trigger. Still, she nodded at what her father said and sighted again, the cross hairs lining up in exactly the same spot- the doe had hardly moved, its brownish-gray body outlined starkly against the blue-backed snow. It doesn’t know, Andy thought. It just doesn’t know. And as she looked, deer and snow and faraway trees flattered within the circular frame to become like a picture on a calendar, not real, and she felt calm, as if she had been dreaming everything- the day, the deer, the hunt itself. And she, finger on trigger, was only a part of that dream”
Her finger weekend on the trigger. Still, she nodded at what her father said and sighted again, the cross hairs lining up in exactly the same spot- the doe had hardly moved, its brownish-gray body outlined starkly against the blue-backed snow. It doesn’t know, Andy thought. It just doesn’t know. And as she looked, deer and snow and faraway trees flattered within the circular frame to become like a picture on a calendar, not real, and she felt calm, as if she had been dreaming everything- the day, the deer, the hunt itself. And she, finger on trigger, was only a part of that dream”