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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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#73 The Bodyguard

The Bodyguard
By
Patty Wilkinson

For Tony Gill

(Some strong language, violence and adult themes)

Chapter 1
“All I’m sayin’ is I don’t see why it should be me that has to do it Slim,” Jess Harper said petulantly.
“You’d be just as good at keepin’ this here Lord and Lady Hamilton-Forbes safe as I would be...in fact even better because your all educated up. Heck I never even knew there were still Lords and Ladies back in the old country, thought they were just somethin’ out of Mike’s fairy-tale stories.”
“They’re real alright Jess and darned important too, especially to our economy, according to the dignitaries of the Laramie town council. We’re real honored that they want to take a vacation out here. And you know dang well why I can’t do it, with the boss of the Stage line breathing down my neck and wanting meetings all the time, trying to improve the routes and our efficiency.”
“Well good luck with that one,” Jess said sarcastically, “the railroad will be takin’ all the trade in the next few years anyway, it’s a fact buddy and yer just gonna have to face it.”
“Uh, well if you’re right we need all the cash we can get then don’t we? According to Mort Cory he reckons this here Cynthia and Roger Hamilton-Forbes are loaded and not afraid to spend it either. Come on Jess how hard can it be? All you have to do is keep them safe as they look at all the delights Wyoming has to offer.”
“Right... delights like snakes, bears, coyotes, not to mention the two-legged vermin like outlaws and renegade injuns.”
“Jess you’re just being difficult, look on the bright side, the glories of the lake in the sunset, the snowy mountains, deer, fish, wild mustangs all sorts of things to entertain them.”
“Well how dang long do I hafta ‘entertain’ them for?”
“Not long, just a couple of weeks...and then they may want you to accompany them over to Denver where Lord Hamilton-Forbes has a real big business deal to settle.”
“Two dang weeks are you crazy? I’ll tell ya now Slim I just ain’t doin’ it!”Read More »

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#72 Whiskey, Women and Wild, Wild Ways

#72 Whisky, Women and the Wild, Wild Ways!

By
Patty Wilkinson
(Strong language, violence and adult themes)

Prologue
It was early spring at the Sherman ranch and relay and all was pretty hunky dory as Mike Williams, the rancher’s young ward had recently proclaimed.
Just a few months earlier, over Christmas, they had all been in dire straits when Peterson a friend and neighbor had gone bust, almost taking all at the ranch down with him, when he had no funds to pay for stock he had bought from the ranch. * See #68 Love Thy Neighbor
Luckily a visitor staying at the ranch over Christmas, Reverend James Harrison had recognized an old ornament in the Christmas trinkets box as being a priceless Chinese Jade carving worth thousands.Even after Jess and Slim had insisted upon giving fifty percent of the proceeds back to their friend’s charity they still had enough to pay off the mortgage on the ranch, buy a substantial acreage abutting the southern pasture and still had money left in the coffers to use on a rainy day.
Now Slim and Jess were sitting out on the porch on the first really warm evening of spring. A whiskey apiece, relaxing. They were watching, the fruit of Jess’s recent mustanging trip milling about in the corral getting used to their new confines.
“You got some with real potential there, Jess,” Slim said nodding towards the fine bunch of horse flesh, “but I guess they’ll take some taming, they look a real feisty lot.”
Jess nodded, “I’ll get to it in a week or so, once they’re settled in, got used to the human voice, touch and all that kinda thing.”
Slim nodded, “Talking of feisty it was nice of Beth Sutton to ride over on Rosa wasn’t it? She really has worked hard on that fiery young filly, you broke for her pa.”
Jess chuckled, “Which one are ya callin’ feisty, Beth or Rosa?”
Slim chuckled, “Both I guess...and I figure that young lady’s still got the hots for you, she was all over you like a rash.”
Jess chuckled, “Jealous are you then Hardrock?”
“No of course not,” Slim expostulated and then grinning said, “well a tad...beats me as to how you get these nubile young girls falling for you Jess.”
Jess just rolled his eyes, “Don’t ya let my Millie hear you talkin’ that way and anyway you know I’m really not interested.”
Slim nodded, “I know, just kiddin’ you...but there was a time Jeez, you sure were a ladies’ man when you first landed here...”
“OK, OK so that was years ago. That was then, things change you know pard, folk grow up, move on...I’m a reformed character now you know that.”
“Sure, you are Jess, I know. But it still didn’t stop you calling that spirited little filly of Beth’s Rosa now did it...so you must still think of her...sometimes huh?”Read More »

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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 »