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Disclaimer

I am in no way affiliated to any of the shows portrayed in my stories. No copyright infringement is intended and I have made no profit from  any of my stories.I do not own any of the rights to any of the characters or programs represented in the fanfic stories.The sole aim of these stories is to entertain. Click here to filter so you only view the Laramie stories.

Please note stories should be read in numerical order as many of the stories are linked to previous ones, starting at number #1 Loved Lost Survived. To view the stories in order click on Archives All and they will be displayed, then simply choose your story by clicking on the title.

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The Laramie Chronicles

My stories are based on the Laramie TV Show which aired between 1959 and 1963, staring Robert Fuller as Jess Harper and John Smith as Slim Sherman,two friends running a Ranch and Relay Station in 1870’s Wyoming.

Some stories also feature their housekeeper Mrs Daisy Cooper played by Spring Byington and Mike Williams their Ward played by Dennis Holmes.
Other characters featured were Sheriff Mort Corey, Stage driver Mose Shell,Slim’s younger brother Andy Sherman and an old family friend named Jonsey.

The stories are sometimes theme led as in Loved lost Survived where the subject of bereavement is explored, within the parameters of early 1870 western America.Many of the stories deal with issues of the time from lawlessness to the problems involved in eking out a living in the untamed west. The main framework of all the stories is the enduring friendship between the two, very different main characters.

Slim Sherman is the honest, straightforward ranch owner, who is a worrier and likes to do everything by the book and within the letter of the law. However once he befriends Jess Harper drifter, and ex gunslinger with a wild streak, his life changes forever. The unlikely duo team up and eventually become partners in the business but many trials and tribulations abound and life is never plain sailing.

I hope you will enjoy my take on this popular series. I have been writing these stories for over four years and have completed over fifty, many available on various Fanfic sites. It is my aim to compile them on this site,in time,as I have had many requests to collect them all together, so welcome to the new home of my Laramie Chronicles.

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#71 Jess Harper Won't Back Down

# 71 Jess Harper Won’t Back Down!

By
Patty Wilkinson
(Some adult themes, violence and strong language)


Chapter One

Well I won’t back down, no I won’t back down”

Sheriff Mort Cory looked down at the bruised, battered body of his good friend Jess Harper and said quietly, “I guess that was always his problem, he just wouldn’t back down.”
He cast a glance across the bed to where Slim Sherman stood, his blond head bowed, hiding the pain in his eyes.
After a moment he glanced up at the Sheriff, “He won’t back down Mort, not wouldn’t, he isn’t dead yet you know.”
Mort shook his head sadly, but said nothing for a while.
“I blame myself, I shouldn’t have left him alone in town deputizing for me,” he finally managed, “I had heard on the grape vine that the Lewis gang were possibly somewhere in the area, maybe I should have insisted Jess accompany the prisoner to Denver and stayed in town myself.”
“Oh come on Mort, we could spend forever saying what if. What if Lon, your deputy hadn’t got sick that day, what if I’d ridden into town for supplies earlier? Jess always said, always says, ‘thinkin’ on the ‘what ifs’ of life could drive a man plumb crazy.’”
“So how is he really?” Mort asked.
“Doc Sam seems to think there’s a slight improvement since we brought him home from town, he’s holding his own anyway and Miss Daisy’s nursing him real good.”
Mort threw the patient on the bed a quizzical look, “What does she make of that?” He asked the ghost of a smile on his rugged features.
Slim regarded Jess’s huge wolf cross sheepdog Blue, lying on the bed, his head on his master’s chest. The dog looked up, showing the whites of his eyes and his tail beat back and forth for a moment, knowing he was being discussed.
Slim leaned down and caressed the animal’s head affectionately, “I guess she doesn’t mind. Anything that helps my pard get well again is OK as far as she’s concerned,” he said his eyes suddenly bleak.Read More »

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#70 The Lonely Trail

The Lonely Trail

By Patty Wilkinson

(Some strong Language, Violence and Adult Themes)

Thanks to QD Jess for lovely screen cap

Dedicated to the women folk of Laramie Wyoming

Chapter 1

After a long hard ride Jess Harper reined in his mount and looked down from the rise to the Sherman Ranch and Relay station spread out below him. He had been away over a week delivering the mustangs. Now he relaxed in the saddle, tipping his hat back and running a hand across his weary face, before gazing down again at the place he called home.
Then he stiffened and narrowed his eyes, something wasn’t right. It was nearly dusk and yet there was no lamp light to be seen spilling out of the ranch house windows. No smoke issuing forth from the cook stove chimney, spiraling lazily up into the chilly evening sky either. Then he heard the sound of the chickens still scratching around, although they should have been locked up long before now and could also hear the distant sound of a dog barking. But otherwise there was no sound or sign of human habitation at all.
Suddenly feeling a spasm of anxiety in his gut he kneed Traveller down the rise and into the yard, before throwing himself from the saddle, rushing into the house and calling out…
But as soon as he entered his worst fears were confirmed, the house was cold and dark, the remains of a dying fire in the grate, the lamps unlit and the place deserted. In spite of the evidence around him he called out again, before marching into the empty kitchen.
He retraced his steps and lit the lamps now peering around him, an expression of worry in his deep blue eyes.
“What the Hell,” he muttered as he advanced upon the table and saw the remains of a half-eaten, congealed meal. The table set for three and he remembered it was a Saturday so young Mike, the rancher’s ward, would have been home for the noontide meal.
“Mike, hey, Tiger you here?” he yelled…but there was nothing but eerie silence closing in around him.
His mouth was dry and he felt his pulses begin to race, where the hell were they all? Slim, Mike and dear old Daisy, their beloved housekeeper?Read More »

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#69 Oblivion

Oblivion

By Patty Wilkinson

(Some strong language, violence and adult themes)

As told by Jess Harper & Slim Sherman

Chapter 1
Jess

My partner Slim Sherman and I we’re feelin’ pretty beat as we sat around the breakfast table that morning in early fall.
We’d spent the best part of the last three weeks bringing all the stock down from the high ground and checking and double checking all the home pasture fences. Now as we sat enjoying a final cup of coffee before the yard chores we were discussing the idea of a fishing trip over to the lake at the weekend.
Mrs Daisy Cooper our beloved housekeeper beamed over at us as she refilled our cups.
“Well I think you boys deserve a good break after all the hard work of these last few weeks,” she declared staunchly.
“We could take Mike,” I added, knowing that our young ward was always up for a fishing trip.
“Sounds real good to me,” Slim enthused.
I turned to him and then swivelled my eyes to Daisy, “Did ya hear that Daisy, old Hardrock there agreeing to time away from work, am I hearing right?” I asked with a grin, twirling a finger in my ear for effect.
“Oh, come on Jess I love a bit of fishing as well as the next man you know that and I reckon we’ve done all the hard work needed around here for a while. There will be plenty of time to fix that barn roof before the snow when we get home. I’ll get the Jackson boys to cover us for a couple of days.”
I just shook my head laughing, “Well that’s sure good to hear Slim.”
Then I turned to Daisy, “You won’t remember what old Slim here was like when I first moved in. It used to take a stick of dynamite to get him off of the ranch enjoying himself, now he’s nearly as ‘wild and feckless,’ as me!”
“You, wild and feckless?” Daisy asked chuckling.
“Those were old Jonesy’ s words. He was an old buddy of Slim’s Pa who lived here riding shotgun on young Andy and Slim when I first landed. He didn’t rightly approve of me see Daisy, me and my wild Texan ways, said I was leadin’ the Sherman boys astray.”
“Well you did didn’t you,” said Slim reaching across the table and landing a gentle cuff to my head.
“You know Daisy I’d rarely been in a saloon or played poker until I met this guy and look at me now.”
“Well you’ve hardly turned into a gambling drunkard Slim dear,” said Daisy smiling benignly at my pard.
“And you forgot the saloon girls I added, so if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be dating the lovely Lily would ya?”
“Uh, yeah, well good point Hotshot I figure I owe you that one.”
We were just thinkin’ of movin’ and doin’ some work when we heard a rider coming in fast.Read More »