All those years ago, when Evelyn died, Kenzie was just a baby she was barely a couple of months old, and she was on the horse with her mother she thankfully survived the horse bucking Evelyn off. She was now 19 years old, and John had become extremely overprotective of her after said incident. She hates it she's a lot like her great-great-aunt Elsa, a wild and free spirit she also has a tad bit of her great-great-uncle Spencer in her she's a wild thing who definitely does not follow societies thoughts and feelings she never has never will. She like any rebellious almost 20 year old who wanted to get away from their over bearing father ran to the woods on the ranch she hid away in the woods for two weeks a blissful two weeks till she came home and John lost his fucking mind about where she'd been and why she didn't leave a note and why the fuck she was gone. John: Where the hell were you? What were you doing? I was worried sick.