Not one to spend much time alone, Walt often recruits his daughter Dondi to pal around. Mostly they head out to the foothills to see what they can kick up, but on this day Walt sets up target practice for Dondi consisting of tin cans balanced on the top of a rail fence.
Dondi hates the feel of the cold unforgiving luger in her hand and the power it wields—like a jolt through her whole body when discharged.
Other things that give Dondi the creeps: hunting and the pungent smell when the kill is gutted. Things that don’t give Dondi the creeps: the sweet smell of sage that permeates the harsh landscape, and the feeling of freedom under the gigantic sky.
After a day of scouting around with her dad, Dondi is dead on her feet—but Walt doesn’t notice because he still views Dondi as a boy cast in his own mold.