Side Trail Stories Bio. of Phil Truman
I'm a native Oklahoman, born in the small town of Miami in 1945. Spent most of my life here in the Sooner State, except during my military time and a couple brief sojourns to Texas and Missouri. I earned my bachelor's degree in English from the University of Tulsa in 1970. As a Vietnam Era veteran, I served with the U.S. Army's 7th Infantry Division near the Korean DMZ from 1967 to 1968.
I have four books published and two waiting in the wings, all novels, all set in Oklahoma, present day and past, historical Westerns, mysteries, and one odd-ball sports fiction.
GAME, is a coming of age novel set in the fictional small town of Tsalagee the corrupted phonetic of the Cherokee word Tsalagi - CHA-la-gey). Treasure Kills, Legends of Tsalagee, set in the same town, was/is a branch into a different genre - one of mystery and adventure. Always a fan of westerns, and recognizing Oklahoma's rich history, I wrote Red Lands Outlaw, the Ballad of Henry Starr, a historical novel in the turn of the 20th Century Indian Territory and based on exploits of that notorious outlaw. That was so much fun I followed-on with West of the Dead Line, Tales of an Indian Territory Lawman, a fictional account of perhaps the greatest lawman of them all: the ex-slave, black American, adopted Creek Indian, Deputy U.S. Marshal Bass Reeves.
My soon to be released novels are a Western mystery – Dire Wolf of the Quapaw – and book #2 of my Legends of Tsalagee mystery series. Both should be release later this year.
I'm currently nearing completion on two more novels: Book 2 of the Legend of Tsalagee series, and the first in a series I'm calling "The Jubal Smoak Mysteries." With the latter I'm combining my two favorite writing genres: western and murder mystery.
The Railroader’s Wife
It was well past midnight when Henry turned down 2nd Street. He’d just stepped off the train from Springfield, having returned from a week’s visit with Grant and Mag. Minnie elected not to go, saying she had too many things to do around the house. Henry didn’t press the matter. Truth was he’d rather looked forward to the time alone. Read the Full Story HERE>>