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.