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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 Review, Literary Orphans, Indiana Voices Journal, Frontier Tales, Western Online, Faith-Hope and Fiction, Eastlit, Rope & Wire Magazine, The Literary Yard, Green Silk Journal, Fiction on the Web, The Path, etc. He has 16 Pushcart nominations, 5 Best of the Net nominations (one winner).
Later book publications include The Cowboys, Beside the Broken Trail, In the Garden of Long Shadows, Between Mountain and River, and Catch a Wagon to a Star, 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 Jock Poems for Proper Bostonians 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.
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.
The General Storekeeper
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>>
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
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
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>>
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>>
Friends and Enemies
When big, burly Jake Henry bumped into Scott Harlow’s mother coming out of the general store and spilled some of her goods without saying excuse me, ma’am, or helping her to pick things up, 12-year old Scott dove at Jake Henry’s knees and knocked him down, and the boy stood straight up from the dust with Jake’s gun in his hand. Read the full story HERE>>