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Western Short Stories
Tom Sheehan

​Western short stories Bio. of Tom Sheehan

Sheehan (31st Infantry, Korea 1951-52; Boston College 1952-1956) has multiple works in Rosebud, Linnet’s Wings, Serving House Journal, Literally Stories, Copperfield ReviewLiterary OrphansIndiana Voices Journal, Frontier TalesWestern Online, Faith-Hope and Fiction, EastlitRope & Wire Magazine, The Literary Yard, Green Silk Journal, Fiction on the Web, The Path, etc. He has 16 Pushcart nominations, 6 Best of the Net nominations (one winner).

Later book publications include The CowboysBeside the Broken TrailIn the Garden of Long Shadows, Between Mountain and River, Catch a Wagon to a Star, and Jock Poems and Reflections for Proper Bostonians, by Pocol Press, and Jehrico by Danse Macabre. Back Home in Saugus (a collection) is being considered, as is Beneath My Feet This Earth Slips into the Far-side of Another’s Telescope and Pages from Fallen Books. In production status is The Grand Royal Stand-off at Darby’s Creek and Other Stories at Pocol Press.

Recent releases include  Small Victories for the Soul VII, from Wilderness House Literary Review, and Alone, with the Good Graces from Pocol Press. He was Danse Macabre’s 2016 Writer-in-Residence in Las Vegas.

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After a long day ridin’, ropin’, and sometimes rustlin’, cowpokes love to stop by a local saloon to wet their whistles. Card playing, loose talking, and fighting always ensued, some in good fun and others deadly serious. In this collection of stories, author Tom Sheehan rides and relaxes with them all. You’re in the right place for rollickingly good western yarns.

Seventeen western short stories by Tom Sheehan.

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Western Short Stories by Tom Sheehan

The High Cabin

Tom Sheehan

Duke Dunfrey came to the highest point on the hill, after a full day’s ride, always headed west, and was flabbergasted at the view leaping at him, the evening sun slipping down between one cliff face and a hill stacked with green trees, every color and shape blending into the place for which he had been searching for more than a year. Read the full story HERE>>

Turf Malloy’s Squeaky Dreams

Tom Sheehan

Thurman “Turf” Malloy, dreamer, supposed cowman. comfortable in the saddle all the live-long day, looked across the Texas plains, his eyes stretching beyond what he saw, not noting the herd of cattle spread across his view.  Read the full story HERE>>

The Cowtown Candlemaker

Tom Sheehan

“You blow out that candle, pardner, and we’ll be in the dark ‘til kingdom comes. No two ways about it.”

“Hell, just light it up again.”

“I don’t have no more matches. You carryin’ any?”

“Not a one. How’d you get hold of a candle?”

“I always carry one in the crown of my sombrero. You could say I have a history with candles, so don’t blow out that candle or we’ll never get out of this cave. Read the full story HERE>>

Greg Knighthawk, Sheriff, Taxico County

Tom Sheehan

Gregory George “Greg” Knighthawk was a Kootenai Indian, Northern Idaho branch, and the first Indian or tribal sheriff in Taxico County, Idaho. Even today, 140 years later after his death, he is still part of everyday discussions among the remaining members of the Kootenai tribe. Read the full story HERE>>


Tom Sheehan

When Purvis Drummond robbed the bank at Chase Hill, Kansas in 1870, and was nabbed by the sheriff on the outskirts of town, within an hour of the robbery, he told the sheriff he had to get some money, and quick, for his mother. “She’s all alone now, Sheriff, and I was the only one she could turn to, so I went and robbed the bank.  Read the full story HERE>>

Lost Colony

Tom Sheehan

Diego San Pedroia, headed the wagon train deep into Texas hill territory heading south west into territory to be called Liano county in the time to come. The air, though dry, carried a touch of river in it, making him smile at his sense of direction; with no maps at hand after the lead wagon caught fire and burned the few maps, barren as some landmarks. The men of the wagon train had driven off Indians in a firestorm of their own, suffering one man killed by an arrow in his chest. Read the full story HERE>>

Guns and Shadows

Tom Sheehan

The shotgun was hung, out of customers’ sight, on two large hooks under the bar top of The Great Stride Saloon in May’s Hill, Texas. That shotgun had not moved in more than a year, and customers rarely thought about it, though Todd Brunnell, the barkeep, was alert and ready to use the weapon whenever it was needed.  Read the full story HERE>>

The First Schooner Brigade, Westward Ho

Tom Sheehan

It was in Idaho’s tall range of hills that the schooner brigade made its first and only appearance after the Civil War, whether you believe the pundits or the historians writing the books for money or name, or for both enterprises, businesses being what they are.  Read the full story HERE>>

The Lone Grenadier

Tom Sheehan

When the Civil War ended in 1865, Torbert Llewellyn “Torby” Gregson, grenadier extraordinaire from the 9th Ohio, headed west, a solidly trained and experienced battle veteran of several significant battles during the Civil War and in other skirmishes and fights in the west and south of the country before that big war between the states.  Read the full story HERE>>

The Big Booms

Tom Sheehan

When Sgt. Montgomery “Monty” Reventer was discharged from the Union Army at the end of the Civil War, in May of 1865, he stripped off all his uniform and released his army gear to a mostly grumpy quartermaster. Thus freed from war, and its overlords, he headed west, an unemployed munitions expert, on his own in a small wagon, but with four cases of dynamite stashed under cover of canvas... Read the full story HERE>>

The General Storekeeper

Tom Sheehan

Jonathan Jocko Farrell, Boston-born, adventurous just after diapers, eager for sites not yet seen, loaded with a controlled curiosity, finally got to see much of the country from a wagon seat headed west. His day with the wagon train usually making sure supplies and other goods of survival were safely carried, and dispersed, for accountability among different wagons to assure the wagon train always had a favorable spread and protection of said supplies. The truth was that once in a while someone would make off with an extra share of such goods as if stealing from oneself to load up for oneself, which he labeled as sneak thieves.  Read the full story HERE>>

Outlaws’ Peak

Tom Sheehan

Some sheriffs and marshals in Montana didn’t care where Outlaws’ Peak was nestled in the mountains, for if those outlaws stayed in place, it was as good as jail or the penitentiary for them, kept them free of stage robberies, bank robberies and plain old murders-by-hire, the many ways that outlaws conducted their work, make up your own name for it, if a name is put to it.  Read the full story HERE>>

Flaws of Character

Tom Sheehan

The ladies upstairs at the Horse’s Neck Saloon in Burwood, Texas, the whole gang of them, were talking about the new sheriff, Jonathon Jocko Jacobs, only wearing the badge for a few months. Their sum agreement was, “Keep your eyes on this one, as we all agree; it’s a fair warning to one and all, here amongst us and to all those ladies around the territory who heed any warning coming from any level, even from us.” She thumbed her nose at the world in general, and at Burwood in particular.  Read the full story HERE>>

The Wanted Posters Marked X

Tom Sheehan

Donny Digby, all 11 years of him in one skinny little package, rushed into the ranch house where he lived a few miles outside of Plainview, Texas, yelling for his mother: “I saw another one of them posters, Mom, with the X across the bandit’s face like he had just done it just before we got there, because it wasn’t like that yesterday when I saw it, when me and Jersey walked right in front of it. But it was like he had just done it, if he’s the one who’s doing it, like Dad says he is, like leaving his own mark wherever he goes, which is like all around us, then that’s where he’s hiding out, just all around us, and you can bet on that, just like shadows you can’t see yet ‘cause they ain’t landed yet from where they come from.” Read the full story HERE>>

Waco Willy

Tom Sheehan

18-year old William Granger Gilliams, Wily Willy to one and all that knew him around his home spread, was politely asked by his mother to go someplace else and get a job and send half the money home, “if there is any,” she added. “You do too much dreaming, Willy, and you sure don’t pull your weight at this table. All I want is you to get a new start and pull your own weight in this world. The big war is over, Texas is on the march and Waco, all of a day’s ride, ought to have enough jobs for you to grab one of them.”  Read the full story HERE>>

Read more western short stories by Tom Sheehan in the <<Ranch Romance>> and the <<Side Trail>> sections