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.


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.


#93 Back to the Bad Old days

Back to the Bad Old Days
Patty Wilkinson
(Some violence, strong language and adult themes)

Chapter 1

The Reverend Joshua Wesley had been sitting in his chilly vestry, writing his Sunday sermon for over two hours. He stretched and decided to call it a day. Tidying his desk, he moved over to the door connecting the little room to the main Church and then stopped in his tracks...the man was there yet again...
He was shabbily dressed in a dusty old black frock coat and wore a black Stetson with a bright red hatband, adorned with a single feather. He looked like someone on the drift...or possibly a miner Joshua thought as he viewed him more closely...That would account for the bulky saddle bags he carried with him; and the pack mule that had been lodged over in the livery for the last few days.
Joshua had done his best to try and help the sorely troubled looking man, who had visited the Church daily. But every time he’d approached him, he rushed away...muttering he was fine and was not in need of help. The good Reverend had made it his duty to try and seek out the man in town. But other than the fact that his horse and mule were at the livery, nobody else appeared to have clapped eyes on him, save the Padre. According to old Bert at the livery...nothing was known about the stranger.
Now as he watched the middle-aged man kneeling in prayer...his expression one of intense despair, he knew he must help him. He walked quietly over and sat in the pew beside him, effectively blocking his exit.
After a while the fellow sat up and looked over to the Padre, before desperately seeking an escape route.
“It’s alright,” Joshua said placing a gentle hand on the older man’s sleeve, “whatever troubles you I’m sure the Good Lord will help...and maybe I could too, if you’d care to share your problems?”
The man sighed and then looked deeply into the Reverend’s eyes and said decisively, “Yes, the time has come...”
Joshua said nothing but just sat quietly waiting for him to continue.
He finally pulled himself together... “I have been coming here daily Padre to try and find the strength...the courage to go and confess to a terrible crime I have committed. Now is the time; I must seek out the Sheriff and tell him everything.”
“There is a greater law than the Sheriff you know,” Joshua said quietly, “have you confessed your sins to God?”
He nodded, “Oh yes...but you see I never really meant to kill him Padre...it was an accident...really it was!”
Joshua tried to hide his shock, “You killed a man, my son?”Read More »


#92 Hell Hath No Fury Like ...

Hell Hath No Fury Like…


Patty Wilkinson

(Strong language, violence and adult themes)

Chapter 1

Jess Harper had a secret tryst with his girl Millie Johnson. He’d been drinking in the saloon where she worked, along with Slim Sherman and Sheriff Mort Cory all evening. But just now Millie had gone off duty, giving Jess a little wink and a wave as she had disappeared upstairs to her room.

He waited five minutes and then made his farewells. Slim knew better than to ask where he was off to, knowing full well. Also knowing what a private man his pard was and sure wouldn’t want his personal business spread around the saloon. So, he just nodded and with a brief, “See you later,” returned to his conversation with Mort.

Jess made his way down the dark alleyway at the side of the saloon, heading for the outside fire escape, knowing that Millie would be waiting at the top to let him in.

He must have been about halfway down the alley when someone leapt out of the shadows and brought a rifle butt down hard on the back of his head. He fell like a stone...but then moments later rallied and tried to get up as blows from his attacker rained down on his face and chest...while another booted him in the guts...the last thing he heard before everything went black were Millie’s frantic screams.Read More »


#91 The Mysterious Christmas

The Mysterious Christmas

Patty Wilkinson

Some strong language, adult themes and violence

Chapter 1

Jess Harper pulled the saddle off, and led Traveller into his stall to commence rubbing him down.
It had been a mild day for early December and both of them had worked up quite a sweat on the gallop back from the east pasture where Jess had been mending fence.
A few minutes later Slim Sherman wandered in, a bridle he’d been mending in his hand. He hung it up and then turning to Jess said, “All done then?”
“Yup good as new, and I mended that latch on the gate too.”
Slim nodded, “Good. So, you’re still all fired up about going up to the Crawford spread before Christmas to deliver those green broke mustangs?”
“Oh, come on Slim you know as well as I do, I promised old man Crawford I’d deliver them in time for the Big Day. He’s bought them for his twin grandsons as Christmas presents you know.”
“Yeah, I know it... But I just can’t help thinking it is kind of convenient,” Slim continued with a wry smile. “You heading off just when Daisy wants the house turned upside down with all the cleaning for the Christmas party. Not to mention all that gift and food shopping she’s hankering to do.”
“Well, I’m no great shakes at all the shoppin’ fer fancy stuff Slim, that’s more in your line. Besides iffen we want a nice fat Christmas bonus I need to get those mares off our hands before they eat us out of house and home too.”
Slim looked thoughtful, “I guess you’ve got a point there and he is paying top dollar.”
“Well, there you are then...and I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll call in and visit with Red Smith and his Ma on the way back, Daisy wants me to take some gifts. But I’ll be back the week before Christmas; Christmas Eve at the latest.”
“I’d like you back the week before Christmas,” Slim said firmly, “at the very latest Jess. There’s the Christmas tree to cut, the turkey shoot, extra logs to be chopped, so don’t think you’re getting off lightly...no swanning in just in time for a Christmas Eve drink.”
“OK, OK quit yer fussin’ I hear ya.”Read More »