Sean Liscom

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About Sean Liscom

I was born in October of 1970 in California but have lived in northern Nevada since 1977. At an early age, I was bitten by the Fireman bug. In the spring of 1988 I joined the local volunteer fire department. I served in several different capacities from Firefighter I, EMT-B, Engine Operator, Safety Officer, Training Officer, Engine Captain and Type III Incident Commander. I retired on 01-01-11.

During the summer of 1989, I found myself joining up with a government contracted engine strike team. I also served with them in different positions that mirrored my volunteer service with the exception of becoming a Strike Team Leader. With 5 Type III engines, two water tenders and two service vehicles under my control, I had to quickly learn how to deal with the "human" element. I must have done okay because they kept asking me to come back to work for them. That lasted until the season ended in 1999.

Now with a wife and family of my own, I made the move into the private sector where I worked at various security and warehouse jobs. Very early on, I learned that job security was pretty much a thing of the past. With that lesson, I learned about prepping. It may sound odd to tie the two together but I always had something in reserve for when I was out of work. Now, I never stayed out of work for very long but it did happen.

At first I thought I was nuts. Why store food and water? Ammo and firearms? I mean, really? The world was a pretty stable place. Money still had a way of coming in and the bills were getting paid, so why the prepping? One day I decided to talk to my dear friend about my newfound obsession. All he did was grin from ear to ear and welcome me to the dark side! Turns out, he was a prepper too!

I've been at it now for a couple of decades and you may think that is what led me to write my own book. Well, it wasn't. The story of Jason Sterling has been bouncing around in my head since about 1987ish. It's gone through so many changes that I can't even begin to tell you. All I DO know is that it's something that I've wanted to do for a very, very long time. There are so many half written manuscripts in my storage shed that it's just ridiculous.

In September of 2016, I sat down with my laptop and started writing. The story that unfolded in my head and on the computer screen is what I submitted to Amazon a year later. Of course, there were re-writes and the inevitable writers block, but I managed to work my way through that with the help and support of my beautiful wife, Denise. Even when she was struggling with the hellish side-effects of chemotherapy, she stood strong and let me bounce ideas off of her.

***UPDATE***

Well, Book IV has hit the ground running and guess what..... Book V will be hot on it's heels! No word on the Audio versions yet. Follow me on facebook for the latest updates. As soon as I know, you'll know!

Thanks you for all your support and patience! I know the last two books have been a long time in the making! And yes....There will be a book VI.

Sean Liscom

P.S. Don't be afraid to hit me up with an email! I always love hearing from you. Sterlingsranch@outlook.com

You can also find me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sterlings.ranch

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The Ranch: Junta Rising (The Legacy Series Book 6) Mar 9, 2022

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The Ranch: Evolutions (The Legacy Series Book 5) Jun 22, 2021

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Post-Apocalyptic Fiction by Sean Liscom
“Tell me, Tara. You do know you can’t win now. The only ending here is gonna be a bullet to the head when I’m done messing you up. Trust me, you’ll beg for it to end,” he let a broad grin play across his face.
“Right now, you’re just boring me to death.”
“See! There’s that spunk again! Death is staring you in the face and yet, you’re defiant! I love that! Too bad we couldn’t have met under different circumstances. I’m betting we could have been good friends and associates!” he lunged forward but stopped short of getting within engagement range. Instead, he started circling.
“Are your knees getting weaker? I think they are. You’re as white as a ghost. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re still standing,” his taunts weren’t far from the truth. The knife in my hand was growing heavy, my feet were slow to move, and my vision was beginning to blur.
My legs finally buckled, no longer able to support my weight I collapsed to my knees. My blade clattered to the pavement. I was done. I knew I’d lost too much blood; I couldn’t take enough oxygen into my lungs. I raised my head and tried to focus on Keith. He walked toward me, kicking the knife well out of my reach. He put the tip of the bat in the middle of my chest and pushed. Unable to resist either him or gravity, I toppled over backward.

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January 12th, 2023
I remember the day the gates closed and stayed closed. I remember it like it was only yesterday. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the medical building, the American flag gently flapping in the breeze behind us, my father’s hand on my shoulder. I’ll never forget the way he apologized to me, the sadness in his eyes. He said he wished he could have done more to prevent what happened; he felt a horrible guilt about the way things turned out.
While the ranch had been a virtual beehive of activity, when that front gate closed with a metallic clang, everyone froze. There was a silence casting a pall over the entire ranch. No one spoke nor did they dare move. Even the livestock were unusually quiet. It was as if they too had sensed what had happened. The dire consequences of human actions had stunned every living thing at the ranch into silence.
It would be months before the cloak would begin to lift. It was an abnormally harsh and early winter that followed the mellow days of September. Over the course of the winter, we finally began to understand the magnitude of the devastation outside of our walls. One by one, our contacts on the HAM radio fell silent as the plague took its hefty toll on humanity. Before they went dark, the HAM stations all reported the same frightful conditions. While things had been bad for most, those not immune to the plague were about to have a much harder time.
The plague, as it had been dubbed, spared very few who came in contact with it. Those who were spared were left wishing for death to come. When January rolled around, the only contacts left on the airwaves were other immune outposts.
When it was finally time to plant the spring crops, the farmers were only allowed through the gate under heavy guard. It was the same when the cowboys went out to bring in the cattle or the wild horses. Hunting parties, scavenging parties, they were all heavily guarded. You see, to have the blood of an immune meant you had a target on your back. There were groups of survivors who held the belief that our blood could bring them the same immunity from the plague. However false their beliefs, it was the last shred of hope they had, and they clung to it ferociously, violently even.

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The Ranch: Jack Sterlings Legacy (The Legacy Series Book 1) Jul 3, 2019

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Post-Apocalyptic Fiction by Sean Liscom

Jason Sterling had a simple life by all accounts. He had worked the same job his entire adult life, he had never married and he had no children. He was used to doing things on his own. His comfortable life was shaken to the core the day he learned of his fathers death. It was a mysterious meeting that set life altering events in motion and the allure of a new life was too great to walk away from. When an Electromagnetic Pulse brings the modern world to its knees, Jason's choice proves to be the right one.

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I have been told by many people that I have lived an extraordinary life. While the past few years have been a wild ride, I don’t think that I would go that far. I would be more inclined to say that I have been very blessed. The people who I’ll introduce you to, they were the extraordinary ones. I was just lucky enough to call them my friends. In order to keep the memories alive of the ones that we lost along the way; I have decided to put pen to paper. It is in their memory that I tell you this story.
My name is Jason Sterling and my incredible journey began on July 9th, 2015. That was the day I learned that my father had passed away. I was 38 years old and had been working at the same warehouse job for 20 years in Reno, Nevada. I had started there the summer I graduated from high school and the place just kind of stuck with me. Over the years I had risen through the ranks, from picker packer to shift lead. Then from shift lead to warehouse supervisor, then to supply chain manager. That was the position I had been in for the last five years.
Retirement wasn't even a thought yet. Hell, I was only 38, who the hell retires at 38? So, every day I went to work. I was there at 5am and left after the second shift came on at 2:30pm. I liked to have contact with all my people. Maybe that’s why I was a successful manager. It's not that I really liked the job, I was just good at it and to be honest, I was comfortable. I had bigger plans for when I did decide to retire. Having never been married and having no kids, I had a lot of options open to me. The one option I was looking at was a huge log cabin in northern Montana. I loved the log cabin look and the idea of retiring and telling civilization to piss off was a feeling I felt more and more every day.
At 6'-2" tall, I maintained an average weight of 195 with a pretty chiseled physique. I tried to do my hour every morning in the gym. After that, I was in the shower by 4:20 and on my way to work by 4:45. It was only a five-minute drive to work. That was the normal routine and had been every workday for years. I was always the first person at work, so I was a little surprised when I pulled in to find the Plant Manager’s car and a black limo in the parking lot. From outside I could see that the office lights were already on, my office light included.
"Hmm, must be a surprise visit from corporate," I muttered to myself as I grabbed my briefcase and headed for the front door. I had been through these surprise inspections before, so I wasn't about to let it change my routine. In the front door, past the forklift charging stations and into the employee break room. It was a habit of mine to always start the coffee pots. I knew my people liked coming into work with hot coffee waiting for them. That done, I headed to my office. Let’s see who we had to impress today.
Daryl, the plant manager, was in his office but the door was closed, so I proceeded to my office which was two doors down. My door was also closed, and I could see light spilling from under it. I stood there for a second or two trying to figure exactly what to do. Do I knock on my own office door? Do I just barge in like I own the place? This was a first.

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The Ranch: Interims (The Legacy Series Book 4) May 25, 2021

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“He told me that Ruiz and Wilcox had a way into the vault that nobody knew about. He told me that they were already inside and that the only way to get you out was to blow the elevator shaft apart. Jason, he recognized MY voice. He didn’t confuse me with Isabella! It had to be him!”
“What else?”
“He knew the phones were going to fail. He told me the vault was flooding and I needed to mount a rescue. He knew EVERYTHING! It was like he was standing here, in the middle of all this!” her voice grew louder. At that point, Ruiz was pulled from the hole. Kari immediately ran to the man. She extended her hand and pulled him up. “Where is he?” she demanded.

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No sooner had my two Jeep convoy cleared the gate of the ranch when I received a radio call from Jill. She informed me that O.P. 3 had just spotted a Hummer driving down the road about five miles south of the ranch. It was headed south, away from Elko and the ranch at a high rate of speed. When we reached the main road, I cranked the wheel to the left and pushed the throttle to the floor.
The Hummer from the EDF may have had quite a lead on us but I was sure we could catch them. Pushing the Jeep through 80 mph, I eased to the right side of the dirt road, so the following Jeep wasn’t getting dusted out. The driver, Ryan, understood what I was doing, and he closed the distance between us once he had a clear view.
It didn’t take us long to get a visual on the fleeing Hummer. Their top speed was about 65. We were cruising at 90. When we were about a mile from them, I picked up the radio mic and repeatedly tried to raise them. Each attempt was met with silence.
“Guess they ain’t in the mood for polite conversation,” I remarked to the Mustang squad leader. A guy about my age named Rick.
“I guess not. How you wanna do this boss?”
“Not sure yet. Makin this up as I go.”
“Works for me,” he grinned.
We were now roughly 100 yards behind them, and I could see a man taking up a position behind the turret mounted 50 caliber atop the Hummer. I jammed hard on the brakes as did the second Jeep. The man behind the 50 spun it in our direction and opened fire. Much to my dismay, the windshield didn’t shatter, and I didn’t hear any of the heavy rounds impacting the Jeep. As we continued to scuff off speed and put some distance between us, he continued to shoot over our heads. It was almost as if he were trying to miss us.
“What the hell?” I muttered. I stabbed the throttle pedal and the Jeep instantly accelerated. When the gunner let his next volley fly, the rounds kicked up dirt just ahead of us. I let off the gas again.
“Ya want me to lean out the window and see if I can pick him off?” Rick asked.
“No, not yet anyway,” we continued to follow from about 250 yards as I tried to work through the problem in my head. That 50 could destroy both these Jeeps but he didn’t seem interested in doing that. The driver HAD to know he couldn’t outrun us, and we had twice the fuel range he had. What the hell was this guy playin at? It only took me a second or two to realize what was happening. Ambush. He was drawing us into an ambush.

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The Ranch: A Legacy of Darkness (The Legacy Series Book 3) Dec 25, 2019

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Post-Apocalyptic Fiction by Sean Liscom
Jason Sterling had a simple life by all accounts. He had worked the same job his entire adult life, he had never married and he had no children. He was used to doing things on his own. His comfortable life was shaken to the core the day he learned of his fathers death. It set in motion life altering events and the allure of a new life that was too great to walk away from. When an Electromagnetic Pulse brings the modern world to its knees, Jason's choice proves to be the right one.

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“You should see yourselves,” the rough male voice said. There was something eerily familiar about it. He chuckled a little. “You see, I told you girls, didn’t I? The looks on their faces would be purely magical, priceless even!” the man said. The two women stepped farther into the light. They were identical twins. I knew one as Kari, Braden knew the other as Isabella. When the man stepped into the light. My heart stopped.
“OH….” Jill said quietly.
“MY….” I whispered.
“GOD….” Braden finished.
“Is that any way to greet your father and your sisters?” Jack Sterling asked as the trio closed to a few feet from us. I felt my knees go weak; my head was spinning. I wasn’t even sure if I was still breathing. The fine line that separates reality from imagination was suddenly gone. What had only a few minutes before been a straight, defined path, had become shrouded in a mist of skepticism and fear. Just before I’d lost sight of that path, I could swear I’d seen a “Dangerous Curves” road sign. I also knew things were travelling far too fast to even attempt negotiating those twists and turns. There are times when reacting too slowly can save your life. For instance; you have a blowout on your car at 70 MPH on the freeway. Reacting slowly can keep you from doing the opposite and rolling your car. This wasn’t one of those times. This wreck was going to happen. Just like the blowout, I was experiencing the sudden onslaught of emotions. Panic.... Surprise.... Anger.... Most of all was fear. Pure, unadulterated fear. You know, the kind of fear that leaves you unable to speak or scream. The fear that leaves you unable to move, let alone run for your life. The fear that can cause time to stop along with your heart. A slight breeze picked up in the late summer night and it felt like a blast straight out of the arctic, in the dead of winter. I could feel the goosebumps on my arms and neck. Even though I was sweating profusely, my entire body was frozen. All I could do was stand there, mouth open, thoughts racing. My mind was beginning to explode with questions for the man before me, my father, Jack Sterling. Every thought stopped just short of exiting my mouth. The words prob-ably couldn’t get past the fact that my heart was jammed firmly in my throat. That’s probably the same reason I hadn’t taken a breath either. Was I dead? Was this the spirit of my father coming to take me into the light? That thought left as quickly as it had come only to be replaced by anoth-er, darker notion. Maybe he had come to take me to Hell.... I stood, unmoving, as he began to cover the last few steps between us. This was it. This is how it all ended.
He stopped less than an arm’s length away. I could smell him now. The slightest hint of body odor with just a hint of diesel fuel. The only scent of him that I could remember was his cologne. He’d always been clean shaven, wearing a pressed blue or black suit and that damned cologne. He reached for me, and as much as I wanted to, I was unable to pull away. I wanted to run away screaming like a small child. I could feel my muscles tremble as his hand came ever closer.

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