Learning to shoot was one of Snow's actually unambiguously positive memories of her father. Sure, he'd also put the gems in Rose Red every times she'd pleased him somehow--and she still didn't understand that system--but she'd never actually cared about the pearls or the black opal. At first the opal had even pissed her off, because it had changed the weight of her gun. But when he'd taught her to shoot, when for once she had his attention, not his remembering her mother, or his wishing she'd been a little white girl, or his empty gifts. She couldn't imagine having something taint that.

But she couldn't quite put this scene Brad was describing together. "... Was he using you as target practice?"