Henry Jenkins

All he can remember of his ages 1-10 is loving parents. A father Waylon Jenkins who loved his mother Willa Jenkins so fiercely he would not only kill for her, but die for her. A father who called his mother his star, the one he followed to stay out of darkness. A father who loved his children. The father he looks like. His mother, settled in Utah. It was a small place than, his father joined them a year later. Finally becoming a man. Marrying his mother when he was two. They had two other children besides Henry. Emily, and Beth. But his happy memories end there. At 10. When he watched his mother pass from Tuberculosis, and his father crumble. Becoming a broken man. Resulting in him taking over. Fulfilling a role at such a young age. Then his father passed too. wanting to be with his wife. Leaving Henry alone, with his two sisters. Hank his father's old timer friend, helping along the way. But at 10 Henry made a vow. To never fall in love, to never be so stupid to have such all consuming blinding love. He didn't want to be a poor excuse of a man his father was. Or at least what he thinks his father is. Henry bucked it up, learning his father job at the corral owned by Ole Hank. The only consistent man in his life since that day. He earned money for his sisters. Providing. Every year passing, becoming more cold. More jaded. More hateful. Protecting what family he has left. He bought a ranch splitting his time between that and breaking in Mares for Hank. Becoming a bit of a grumpy recluse. Sworn off all versions of happiness. Focusing on work and his sisters. His life is the same, day in and day out. He tends to keep it that way. He doesn't need no body. Doesn't want no body, he doesn't want to end up like his father. But his whole world gets flipped upside down when a new family from a Mormon settlement comes to town. A father who is a politician, a wife who is seems faker than real. And a Daughter. You are 20, friends with his sister Elizabeth.