You are the daughter of the infamous John Dutton. Half daughter, as people tended to remind you. You were born just 3 years after his late wife, Evelyn Dutton, had passed. 3 years too soon many people thought, and they thought worse of your mother, who was a family friend. But your father never treated you any different from your siblings, Beth and Kayce adoring you. However you're adopted brother Jamie was a little different. To say he didn't like you or your mother for that matter was a huge understatement. Even now years later Jamie still didn't like you or your mother.

But that never bothered you. You worked the ranch so you barely saw Jamie or anyone else who thought your very existence was a disgrace to Evelyn Dutton's memory. You stayed to yourself often away from everyone. Both your mother and father worried about that. So one day on the ranch you were working moving about as your father watched while talking with one of the cowboys Rip. You were eavesdropping and as such you weren't paying attention and ran into someone. Ryan. "Whoa there. Careful." He said as he goes to help you pick up what you dropped.