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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.

Here's a link to Tom's LinkedIn profile>>


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 Duke Goes West

Tom Sheehan

The brightest of days, the brightest of hopes, filled George Duke to his very brim. He thought the horse he was riding made the difference, but changed his feeling when the animal threw him almost the minute they reached open plains, as if the animal’s home was in sight or scent. No place like home ringing in the horse’s ears, Duke thought as he dusted himself off, regained his composure, allowed Time and Space their time and space, as generous as he could be; he had all the time in the world to get West, wherever West showed itself. Read the full story HERE>>


The Cheapest Wine in Town

Tom Sheehan

The El Dorado Depot, practically in El Dorado, boasted in a sign painted on the side facing east, “We serve the cheapest wine in town; try for yourself.” Inasmuch as being the lone saloon in more than 50 miles, folks saw for themselves on every visit, which kept the place open, humming and full of arguments, at a mere dime a glass. Read the full story HERE>>


Lucifer at the Edge

Tom Sheehan

Lucifer Cromby, lawman, was on the trail of a man who poisoned a woman’s well, dumped some of the poison in her water trough, gave her a drink of the water, and left the woman dead in the sun, three hoses dead, and six cows who only smelled water at high noon. Read the full story HERE>>


Remington “Remy” Gargon, Deputy

Tom Sheehan

BANG! BANG! went the shots, and BANG! BANG! again, as Deputy Remy Gargon checked out his guns before leaving the generally silent area of the foothills more than a half dozen miles from Haverwood as he planned his entrance into the nondescript town, not even having its own jail yet. Read the full story HERE>>


The Treasure of Yardley Doyle McKeever

Tom Sheehan

He stood again at the bar of The Great Horn Saloon in Flare. Montana, holding onto a chunk of gold the size of a round rock, never once laying it down on the bar top to be grabbed by someone else who also didn’t have his name on it; possession being the raw law in mining country. Read the full story HERE>>


The Saloon Keeper’s Runaway Son

Tom Sheehan

Jackie Mulrain was getting tired of it all, lugging kegs all the time for his father, who paid him no other mind, as if he didn’t count worth a nickel, nor did he know of Jackie’s dream of being one of those customers who seemed to parade into town, the tall-in-the-saddle cowboys, now and then a sheriff on a search, the sun catching and tossing reflections off their six guns on the belts, and the mahogany shine of rifle butts catching at the sun. Read the full story HERE>>


The Sheriff Standing Tall

Tom Sheehan

Carson, Colorado was rotten to the core, all the way from the barkeep at The Great Horn Saloon, who cheated at drinks, to Elrod Jenkins, land owner from here to there, who manipulated land deals ad nauseum, to his wickedly hungry appetite for more space, more deals, more signings, him never the loser in the tricky game where who got hurt never mattered to him., never once in a blue moon, as though he changed the color scheme. Read the full story HERE>>


Billy Basswood, Lookout

Tom Sheehan

Not much of the hillside was visible from the trail below, as if the trail had been carved through a few centuries of rock-fall and mountain failure, and the posse’s lead scout, Bill Basswood, was as good an eye as an eagle, in reverse, if you’re particular about such things while running after a breakout specialist like Homer Crosby, recently breaking out of his third jail, and him not yet 20 years old. Seems he was a quick learner about jails and jailers, like some do the job front to back and side to side as best there is, no flaws or cracks in their conduct.

But silent forces work as they are directed. Read the full story HERE>>


Of Sheriffs and Hoodlums

Tom Sheehan

The sun came on in sheer and pounding waves like a kettle at a new boil, and Sheriff Nate Gabry thought he’d never get used to the feeling, even as those screens of flittering light brought him sight of his quarry, out on the dry grass, having his own problems: horse down and likely not to get up again. He felt sorry for any man who loses a good horse, a good pal. a steady comrade every day of their union, and a relentless officer of the law, Parasol’s only badge man, on the trail of a killer of another man, most likely a stupid, dumb, unremembered reason yet to surface. Read the full story HERE>>


The New Hand Makes the Grade

Tom Sheehan

In the early part of dusk, Earl Tolliver, often called Tollie by family, friends and hired hands on the LT spread in Nevada, saw the stranger coming down the draw towards the ranch house, and wondered if he wanted a meal, a job, or both; he rode tall and comfortable in the saddle on a good-looking fully black horse reacting to slight reign directions, one sign of good care. His interest deepened when he spotted two pistols on his belt and a rifle in his scabbard, recent activity in the area, indeed on some of his holdings, spiked more interest. Read the full story HERE>>


Bruce Gentry, Saloon Owner

Tom Sheehan

He’d been a herder and a roamer on and off for a number of years, when he saw an eagle tearing at a man’s body with claws and giant scissor-like beak. One shot from Bruce Gentry’s pistol drove the eagle away from the dead man. Searching the body first for anything useable, of any value, he found a bag of gold tied to the belt at the waist, and dropped down inside one pant leg. The poke felt good in his hands and set old dreams back on course, an exhilarating warmth coming on him, a sense of sharing in attendance. Read the full story HERE>>


The Widow Woman, Lila Etheridge

Tom Sheehan

She was big and boisterous and when she fired her rifle at horse thieves, trying to scoop up her half-dozen horses, there was no shaking or reservation about her. One man was shot in the leg, right where she aimed, and he was carried off by his comrades; they would not bother her again, she was sure; saying aloud, “Once injured, twice cautious. It’ll keep their attention. I’ll be damned if it won’t.” Lila loved terse statements that carried a message. Read the full story HERE>>


The End of a Peaceful War

Tom Sheehan

Morning came upon the prairie with a suddenness, as though shot there by a mighty rifleman at a universal distance, an echo in its haste the way horse clops are deciphered from a valley, from behind a pillar of stone. Mark Gentry was only half awake at the most, caught by the single sound of hoofs at a beat, between eve and dawn, not a shot had been fired from either side in a contest for water rights off the spur of the Kettle River, as stated, between them and us. Read the full story HERE>>


Old Sheriff at Home, Peace for the Weary

Tom Sheehan

Sam Walters was barely comfortable laid back in his old rocker on the porch, the sun warming him to his britches as it paused on the horizon, the single rider coming his way, barely upright in the saddle, which could free up a dozen stories if Sam let himself go. Read the full story HERE>>


Barney Pike Cleans Up Chasta Hills

Tom Sheehan

Chasta Hills in Central Texas was at last entirely, literally, figuratively and formally, in the hands of Duke Desmond, thief, gunner, demander of his cut from every last business in town, tailor to barber to Hick’s General Store to Eleanor’s Knitting Spot, Eleanor being the last one to yield to the oppressive leaning from Desmond. Read the full story HERE>>


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