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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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#89 Am I My Brother's Keeper?


Am I My Brother’s Keeper?

by
Patty Wilkinson
Some strong language, adult themes and violence

Chapter 1
It was a warm sunny day in early summer when Mose Shell hustled the early morning stage down the rise and into the Sherman yard.
Jess Harper stood his ground as the stage hurtled towards him, coming to a standstill within a few inches of his boots, the horses blowing, nodding their heads and sweating profusely.
“Hey Mose where’s the fire?” Jess asked grinning up at the old timer on the box.
“Running late that’s what! I ain’t gotten time fer coffee or your silly games checkin’ my stopping speed either. I’ll change the team back in town,” he added, making to head off again.
“Kind of a waste of time comin’ by then,” Jess said mischievously.
“Huh...oh yeah...um...you got mail,” he said reaching under his seat for a pile of letters and parcels and throwing them down to Jess.
“Hey have you been stockpiling these?” he asked looking surprised.
“No, I ain’t they all just arrived at the same time, that’s all,” came the irritable reply. “There’s a feed bill fer Slim...that there book about Pirates that Mike was hankering after for his Birthday I guess,” he added. “Miss Daisy’s catalogue and uh...one for you from Montana by the looks of it...Now who could that be from do ya think... huh?”
“I thought you were running late?” Jess said deadpan.
Mose looked even more annoyed at missing out on the contents of Jess’s letter but merely said, “Garldarn it so I am,” and urged the horses off at speed, soon disappearing up the rise in a cloud of dust.
Jess chuckled to himself and turning re-entered the ranch house, where his pard Slim was just finishing breakfast along with Miss Daisy and young Mike.
“We got some mail,” he said cheerfully tossing Slim’ s letter across and carefully placing the two parcels on the table beside Daisy, “Uh you might wanna put that one someplace safe ya know?” he said winking at her as he motioned to Mike’s birthday book. He knew young Mike’s Birthday wasn’t until October, but Daisy usually bought stuff early to spread the cost. Things had been kinda hard of late money wise he reflected...but hopefully they’d be back on track again once they’d sold some stock at the end of the year... Then Daisy brought his thoughts back to the present time.
“Of course, dear,” she said returning the wink and then looking at the catalogue cover. She’d enjoy a good glance at that later she decided, once the boys had gone off to work.
Then she noted the letter in Jess’s hand, “Oh has someone written to you too dear?” she asked smiling up at him.
Jess had forgotten the other letter and grinned back at her, “Looks that way yeah.”
He glanced down at the closely written address for the first time and his smile suddenly faded and the color drained from his cheeks.
“Jess dear whatever’ s the matter?” she asked.Read More »

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The Cowboy Picture that Came to Life - A Short Story

The Cowboy Picture that Came to Life!
By
Patty Wilkinson

(With sincere thanks to Wendy Maynes for the idea...and brilliant screen-cap)

It had been a long day and she was sleepy as she settled down for the night...the large double bed suddenly feeling huge, her husband away on business. The first few nights had been liberating as she lay spread-eagle...having complete control of the duvet and reading long into the night.... But now on the third night she was missing him...

She glanced at the photograph of her two favorite cowboys in the framed photograph on the bedside table and sighed... One so tall, blond and handsome...But the other had stolen her heart at just nine years old, as he rode across her TV screen. That deep, deep voice, the troubled dark blue eyes...the black wavy hair...Not to mention the tight jeans and fast draw, she thought as she smiled lovingly at her two all time heroes.

She snuggled down...and then something caught her eye...Jess had just nudged Slim and then...oh so slowly he began to climb out of the frame...As he did so he gradually got larger and larger...until he was life size...then just seconds later he was joined by Slim.

The two men looked around them in puzzlement...until their gaze finally came to rest on the woman in the bed.
Jess was the first to react...he flushed up and took a step backwards, “Gee ma’am I’m real sorry...we didn’t mean to come barging in here... in your room...er that is...your bedroom I mean...”
“He means excuse us ma’am,” Slim interjected quickly “we didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Oh you haven’t,” the woman squeaked, then suddenly remembering that she was wearing an old tee shirt instead of her pretty nightie, pulled the covers up more closely.
“We’ll go ma’am,” Jess said looking even more embarrassed and making for the door...
But the woman came to her senses right away and said, “No please...if you’d like to go into the lounge...and wait I’ll get up.”
Both men looked puzzled, “This here a hotel then?” Slim asked looking around him.
“No... er the lounge is um...the parlor...just down the stairs...I could make you something to eat?” She added hopefully.
“Now yer talkin’,” Jess said with a broad grin.
“Come on pard lets go find this lady’s parlor huh.”Read More »