Western Short Stories
Tom Sheehan

​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 ReviewLiterary OrphansIndiana Voices Journal, DM du Jour, Frontier TalesWestern 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 StoriesThe 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.

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Western Short Stories by Tom Sheehan


Dorbruk Malkev
Tom Sheehan

An hour's ride from get-up brought Dorbruk Malkev to the crest of a hill in Oregon, one of the states for less than a year, where he heard a fusillade of gun shots, the last one practically visible as the lone man standing in his sight fell to place alongside other victims, all dead for certain, grounded forever in an irregular and highly skewed valley that was perfect for murder or bushwhacking of choice, their horses scattered or fallen in place, the fusillade of gunshots sounding like the handclapping of a huge audience hidden away, tucked into shadows waiting for sunlight and, likely, their quick disappearance...Read More of Dorbruk Malkev


Snake
Tom Sheehan

The name stuck. It was that simple.

The slim, black-clad stranger was thereafter referred to as Snake. Not a soul in town used his real name, Thomas Pitchpen, once of Tennessee, but, for all that matter, the town of Asheville, Utah was looking for a killer, a hired gun if they could get him for free, to stand up to the sly, devious, and artful gun-hand who came to town every so often and often tore it apart with death at the end of a challenge...Read More of Snake


Tale of Two Trail Blazers
Tom Sheehan

As evening descended on Bartonsville, Texas, smoke and steam issued in cloudy funnels from the Missouri, Kansas, & Texas Railroad Company steam engine and was quickly absorbed by dusk. In the shadows cast by one passenger car, a man stood still and alone, a small night bag in one hand, his other hand close to a revolver holstered on his belt, under his coat. He stared up the tracks toward the engine puffing away in place, and waited in the darkest spot, hidden from all eyes...Read More of Tale of Two Trail Blazers


Caves of the Gods, Heart of the Mountain
Tom Sheehan

Puma-Dog, heavily burdened, yet bound in belief, wondered about the inside of the mountain he was climbing, and the trail so old in the making that he could not begin to measure its age. Even the old chief and man of wisdom, One-Wing-Gone, told him the mountain was as old as the gods themselves...Read More of Caves of the Gods


The Dam at Wasahoa
Tom Sheehan

The settlement of Wasahoa in the Utah Territory sat on the Wasatch Plateau and was ripe with game. This cool forest high above the San Rafael Swell provided refuge for an incredible amount of prey, which also included all manner of criminals on the run, from all over the western region. One establishment in Wasahoa was reserved for bank robbers only, the owner figuring her clients were able to spring with cold cash...Read more of The Dam at Wasahoa


Grandpa's Tale From Johnson's Ranch
Tom Sheehan

Me? I’m Brady Cross, the 4th, and I am going to tell you a story told me by my grandfather, Brady Cross, Jr., as told to him by his father, the first Brady Cross in the line that ran from Heatherford, Oklahoma to this old saloon practically on the edge of nowhere, but still in Nebraska.

The voice of the story, if you get what I mean, has never changed since the first telling, which happened to be in a saloon much like this one...Read More of Grandpa's Tale from Johnson's Ranch


The Freighters' Return Engagement
Tom Sheehan

Earl Friscoe and Buckeye Davidson were freighters for a long time and had weathered a few storms along the way, but the one they endured on the Shiloh Two road from Friscoe’s hometown of Mesa Cappo was the only one they went back to and spent time on; all the other losses were written off as part of the big gamble from the beginning.

There was something different about this one....Read More of The Freighters' Return Engagement


The 2nd Dead Horse Saloon
Tom Sheehan

It sits at the fork of a river in Texas, The 2nd Dead Horse Saloon, and at a fork in the road. Water and wherever go two ways at once whenever you get here and look around. The name of the town is Bapst and there’s nobody who knows where that name came from, at least not living here now...Read More of The 2nd Dead Horse Saloon


Secret of the Cave
Tom Sheehan

Mountain Jackson, no other name known by the few men he met in the mountains or saw at re-supply time or pelt trading, was bigger than his mule, a stubborn but hard-worker, the only kind of an animal that Jackson would lavish any affection on. “You smell that sweet water, Hildy? Smell it like I do? Up here’s someplace hidin’ on us. You be still here and I’ll have a look around. ‘Bout time we had a treat.”... Read More of Secret of the Cave


Chronicle of a Bank Robbery
Tom Sheehan

Note: The following record has been reconstructed by Wm. Longley, Sheriff, Houston, as “Information assumed and/or sworn to by witnesses and a recovered victim, all the parts depending on each other like an overview reading of trail signs, and presented at resolution of the incident involved.”...Read More of Chronicle of a Bank Robbery


Horse
Tom Sheehan

John Joseph “Jack” Mabry, wrangler for the Cross-Bed Ranch in the Texas Panhandle, was as outspoken as any wrangler could be, demanding that his horses be given their honest due and good care “lest that cowpoke not doin’ so be fixed one way or another. I ain’t raisin’ and runnin’ chickens for the drive, but horses good as men and smarter that some I’ve known.”

Cowboys, we know, can say a hundred ways they’re in love, and here are a few of them:

He weren’t born, mister, he was made for me. Just for me. My horse...Read more of Horse


The Drifting
Tom Sheehan

“No way,” Jed Lawson screamed, his voice full of hate and anger not heard in Tally’s Pass all summer. He swung around at the bar and looked directly into the eyes of River Rowan as if either pair of eyes would ignite. “He ain’t ours. He’s mine. I raised him from the runty colt you wouldn’t look at a second time. No way you claimin’ him back from me.”...Read more of The Drifting


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