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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, 6 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, 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.
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 Ragged Rider
Theona Harmon saw the horseman from her cabin rooftop where she’d been patching a heat leak Her favored stallion, sole black horse in her small remuda, alerting her with a snicker and a look afar. That far rider appeared to be listing in the saddle, twisted to one side, possibly carrying a slug from a handgun, once entering his frame, now raising its particular havoc. Read the full story HERE>>
Saturday Night Fever in Cummings, Colorado
Tellie Comanado and Roby Ward, half-brothers and twice removed, as they would often add, had come off the grounds off the High Calib Ranch on the outskirts of Cummings, a small, but zesty town in mid-Colorado, bound for a day and night of freedom, fun and frolic. Read the full story HERE>>
Old-school, blustery Kirk Gibbs, Sr., sent his new-school son, Kirk Jr., on his 17th birthday, out on a trip to buy some horses for the ranch, getting ready for a new cattle drive to market. The father sent off his son with a pat on the back and a satchel with money for the upcoming purchase. Read the full story here>>
“I’m telling you gents that the old man, Jeb Carlton, out there at the edge of town with his wife Mildred and daughter Millicent told me straight out that some no-good rat stole both his hand guns and both his rifles clean out of the house. Clean outta the house, he said, just like that.” Read the full story HERE>>
Shadow of a Turtle Too
“Can’t get any closer to Mother Earth than this, the shadow of a turtle,” said Job Withers holding forth from the bar at The Gold Crown Saloon in Silver City, Illinois, celebrating his part at the end of a cattle drive about two month long over a thousand miles. He was as dramatic as an old stage hand at perennial practice. Read the full story HERE>>
Cactus City Incident
With the sun still pouring down on him after three days in the saddle, Jed Roby’s mouth began to water when he saw Cactus City gathered to a small and flat silhouette straight ahead of him. He’d never been this far west before, but never heard of a town or city without a saloon. He tried to count the beers he’d have before he spoke to anyone besides the bartender. Read the full story HERE>>
Two railroad men, pointing guns, shoved Boxcar Berkelly out of a freight car door after they found him sleeping under a worn canvas in a corner of the last car in the train as it entered Texas. Read the full story HERE>>
The Rail Rider, Scrounger Galore
Jocko Carnes slipped down off the top of the freight car onto the rear deck of the passenger car and did not see the man standing in the evening shadows.
“That’s a novel way of travel, son,” the man said to Jocko. “I wouldn’t want to slip off and get pulled under the wheels.” Read the full story HERE>>
Yank Twillig, New Cowhand
It was in the saloon where Everett Harrad did his hiring, his interviewing and his hiring, for every cowboy, since the war was over in the States, eventually came to a local saloon to catch a nip, catch his breath, exert relaxation for a bit, see what the ladies looked like, in case they might have changed. Read the full story HERE>>
Lady MaryBeth Knightly’s Escapade
“That young lady,” said the mayor, Paul Bustoon, of the small western town of Parson’s Hole, Colorado, “is a winner hardly before she begins her life. She’s a pure 18-year-old beauty, meaning she’s looking for a husband of the upstanding kind, most likely ready for him, whoever it might turn out to be, and never been once-bedded herself for sure, Read the full story HERE>>
The Jacktown Journal
In a slow, whole-day set-up of his weekly newspaper, The Jacktown Journal, now in its fifth year, reporter, writer, editor, deliverer-as-far-as his mule would go, Kyle K. Knockby was admiring his latest effort near ready to run the ink-bound lead into
production mode, when he heard the screams outside his little shop. Those words sounded like a dream come true: “They got Blue Boy! They got Blue Boy!” Read the full story HERE>>
The Kidnapping at Tablewood
Jessica Perkins, 12-year-old daughter of Sheriff Max Perkins, Tablewood. Texas, did not show up for supper. Her mother sent an older son, Carl, 15, down to the sheriff’s office in the main street of the town to tell Jessica’s father that she was late for the first time ever. An hour later, his daughter still not having shown up, the sheriff had a deep suspicion he could not shake. Read the full story HERE>>
Abner “Fuzzy” Beacon, Trailhand
The old, long-bearded rider, still half asleep in the saddle, his mind gently occupied with the graces of nature yet at hand for him in his 7th decade, came up out of a shallow depression to see a grown man pummeling a lad half his own size at a make-shift campsite. Infuriated, jamming home his spurs, Fuzzy Beacon sped across the grassland, his hand on one pistol as if murder, in just one of his veins, was screaming for an outlet. Read the full story HERE>>
Big in the Saddle
Wilhelm “Hog” Lasky was the biggest, and fattest, man on the Ray Donner spread, The Cue Ball Two (CB2) and it was usually said, uttered or thought each day, “Whoa be the horse that bears Hog this day.”
Donner hired him the day he saw Hog jump into the river and rescue his young son, Carson, swept off his horse at a crossing. Read the full story HERE>>
Burt Kentworth, Lawman
When Sheriff Burt Kentworth came to the top of the ridge and looked down into the low depression, he saw a band of men gathered in discussion. He immediately placed his rifle across his saddle so that it was visible on both sides of him, letting folks know he was well-armed, he was curious, he was going to check out the group that looked to be idle except for talk, no cattle in sight, no cook’s wagon in the area, no other formality of an organization .. except, in his mind, “up to no good.” Read the full story HERE>>