Road rash and Jack meets handcuffs and street smarts.
I am a wandering disaster.
A hedonist, a lover, a son, and a rebel.
My name is Yuma.
I'm sober enough to see the need for redemption, but too blind to realize I already found it.
I am an independent seeker.
An overachiever, a friend, a misfit, and a cop.
My name is Lissie.
I'm determined enough to find acceptance, but too stubborn to see all I need is my own.
We shouldn't get involved--all the odds are against us--but when bodies turn up on common ground and lines between duty and purpose get blurred, our future becomes clear.