Glenn McKlain

Glenn’s parents lived and worked on a cattle ranch in sunny Okanogan County, Washington along with their close friends, Luke and Harriet Lazaro. Glenn and sister, Lauren, played well together and both inherited the same beautiful blue eyes.

When their parents were killed in a car accident, their aunt adopted Lauren—age five—and Luke took in Glenn—age eight. To young Glenn, if felt as though he’d lost his whole family in one day with Lauren moving to another county. The familiar cowboy lifestyle and the Lazaros became Glenn’s comforting security. The siblings missed each other, so the occasional visit became treasured moments for them.

The Lazaro’s only child, Nicole, couldn’t escape the tyranny of drugs and alcohol. It broke her parent’s heart. The rare time they saw their daughter was when she wanted money. That might be part of the reason why a close bond grew between the Lazaros and their new fledging, the little blue-eyed boy.

Losing those he loved, instilled in Glenn a greater love and gratefulness for Luke and Harriet. He’d do just about anything for them. In his mind love and loyalty confused the boundaries of right and wrong, which got him into trouble.

In high school, Glenn didn’t care about popularity. He cared about friends. Having good, wholesome fun with them was this teenager’s favorite pastime, which included fishing and hunting, etc. Hard work was part of a cowboy’s life, but it limited his time for extra-curricular school activities. Somehow though, there was always time for the Omak Stampede Rodeo.

Because of Glenn’s good looks, girls gave him more attention than he wanted. He learned how to tune most of them out. He wanted to be liked for who he was, not for how he looked. Someday in the future he wanted the good kind of marriage his birth parents had but that could wait.

I don’t want to give away too much of Glenn’s story. I’m seriously thinking of doing a prequel to The Captive about Glenn’s adventures before the kidnapping. Would you like that?