Western short stories Bio. of Tom Sheehan
Sheehan served in the 31st Infantry Regiment, Korea 1951 and graduated from Boston College in 1956. His print/eBooks are Epic Cures; Brief Cases, Short Spans (from Press 53); A Collection of Friends; From the Quickening (from Pocol Press).
Books from Milspeak Publishers include Korean Echoes, 2011, nominated for a Distinguished Military Award and The Westering, 2012, nominated for a National Book Award.
His newest eBooks, from Danse Macabre/Lazarus/Anvil, are Murder at the Forum, an NHL mystery novel, Death of a Lottery Foe, Death by Punishment and An Accountable Death.
Sheehan has published 30 books and has multiple work in Rosebud, Linnet’s Wings, Serving House Journal, Copperfield Review, Literary Orphans, Indiana Voices Journal, DM du Jour, Frontier Tales, Western Online Magazine, Provo Canyon Review, Writing Raw, Rope & Wire Magazine, Green Silk Journal.
He has 32 Pushcart nominations, 5 Best of the Net nominations (one winner). Recent publications - Swan River Daisy by KY Stories, The Cowboys by Pocol Press, and Jehrico by Danse Macabre, Vigilantes East. Four books under consideration by various publishers.
He is 2016 Writer-in-Residence at Danse Macabre in Las Vegas.
The Lady, the Lion and the Redoubtable Mountain Man
From high on the ridge of a Teton Range "middle-mountain," as he called the lesser landscape minions of the Wyoming territory, Lucas Woodcock heard first, and then saw, the west-bound stagecoach at a standstill, as the 4-horse team reared amid shrill cries of desperation and fear. Read the full story HERE>>
Western Short Story
Late Visits to Verna's Turf
All Verna Brody’s suitors swore she could call down the moon any time she wanted to, call it right down on top of her, all its golden glory down atop all her glorious holdings in her own idyllic pocket of the Teton Range. When each suitor, and those who thought they were suitors, and there were plenty of them, came over the bridge to Verna Brody’s Meadow, they saw the wonder not only of the bridge that crossed the deep gorge and the magic of Verna’s place itself, but they realized that she of all people had had her dream come true. They would see the grassy plain spreading throughout the once-hidden valley, the waterfall at the far end sparkling in the sun in its free-fall from high in the heart of the Tetons, and the select herd of the finest cattle, and the fattest they’d ever seen, feeding on the rich grass of the meadow.
It was heaven, it seemed, and a beautiful, unwed girl of 25 owned it, ran it, and had seen it grow from the first day she discovered the site...