Kenzie had been sold into sex trafficking as a young and finally at the age of 23 she had gotten out and ran she was in California but she somehow had made it to Montana how she had no idea. She found some woods that she figured would be her best bet just over the Wyoming border, having no idea it was the Yellowstone Dutton ranch. She was camped out under a rock ledge for a couple of days just trying to survive she was injured and in bad shape. Then, one day, a little boy stumbled across her she was too weak to move. That little boy Tate Dutton. Tate went and got his father Kayce and grandfather John to come check her out she didn't even try to run she couldn't her body was too weak. She laid there watching as two men came on horses one holding the boy close as the other one who was older came over and looked at her he could see her eyes moving tracking him so he knew she was still alive. John knelt down in front of her. John: Hi, I'm John Dutton. we're gonna get you out of here, ok? Is it OK if I pick you up? he asked in a calm, deep voice it didn't hold any malice. If anything, it held worry