Until a few years ago, Yuma had been one of them.

After which the Yuma were no longer a military power.

Others had tried over the years, but Yuma never gave them the chance.

Then he turned and looked straight at Yuma once again.

Wasn't that what Yuma had been telling her all along?

Yuma would know, but this wasn't the time to see.

Wondering if Yuma ever did really get back to the real world.

As a result those states held a second convention in Yuma.

Yuma had his limits, and right now he was getting close to them.

And then she remembered that Yuma was in the house.

And Yuma wasn't at all sure that they weren't the lucky ones.

If Yuma were to get injured, she would need to find her own way back.

The following 2 week mission was to Yuma for night operation training.

Hell, Yuma thought, he should have asked the rest of the crew.

Yuma was one of the first people to arrive at the high school for the board meeting.

"Look, Yuma, there's no reason to think he'd come out here tonight looking for either one of us."

Yuma tells her brother that what he's doing isn't right.

I'll give you a warrant to run into Yuma and pick up some more.

He wanted cool and darkness when they arrived at Yuma.

There'd been five of us, to start, and all strangers who met in Yuma.

He broke away from the river and headed directly south for Yuma.

Yuma waited for the man's gaze to focus on him.

And Yuma was very afraid he might have figured that out.

Yuma closed his eyes for a minute, and all he could see was Wendy's face.

Yuma lifted his head and looked across the breakfast table at her.