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First published January 1, 2010
"You went to America. What was that like for you?"
Shy, I pulled my comforting kaputak up around me. "America is very crowded. The food as no flavor! Winters are not nearly so cold. Your pee never freezes in midair! Hah!"
I'd added this last detail because it was the sort of tidbit that my fahter, a wonderful storyteller, would have included.
Duncan laughed.
"Tell me," I said. "What do you think of my land?"
He grinned. "The glaciers are beautiful. The stars... and yes, it's strange! In this cold, like you say, pee freezes! The hair on my face stops growing."
"Why did you come here?"
He leaned toward me, eyes shining, as if he'd just returned from a hunt. "An Arctic voyage - ah. I love danger. I feel sharp and alive when I risk my life every single day."
"But living here is not dangerous."
His eyebrows lifted. "No?"
I said what my father had once told me: "It's mostly fools or the young who die in accidents. We know how to gauge the snow, and to wait until the right time to travel. Things happen very slowly here."
Now and then, a husband might lend his wife to another hunter for a few days, to help with his chores or to relieve his boredom during the long winter. Such trades were never made with outsiders. But Ally went to Peary so often, it almost seemed she had two husbands...