“If not, well, Libby didn't care anymore. She'd turn 17 in a few months, and that was practically 18” — Angie Stanton Copy Share Image
“They were both lean and blond and weather-beaten, and one evening, as they were portaging gear from their respective Zodiacs, Libby unzipped her survival suit and tied the sleeves around her waist so she could move more freely. Nate said,… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
