Posts tagged with “Laramie”

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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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#87 The New Teacher



The New Teacher

By
Patty Wilkinson

(Please be aware some adult scenes, violence and strong language)

PLEASE NOTE:
This was set before our boys had special girlfriends!

Introduction
By
Slim Sherman

Supper had long finished and I was sitting at the table with Mike, helping him complete his homework.

He chewed the end of his pencil in concentration and then applied the point to the note book in front of him, writing carefully, a frown of concentration on his young face. After a few minutes he turned his big innocent eyes on me and said, “I guess that’s it Slim can you check the spelling for me, I sure wanna get this right for Miss Brown.

I turned and exchanged a smile with Jess who was sitting on his old rocker in front of the fire whittling a piece of wood into a small whistle for the boy. He winked back at me but said nothing. We both knew Mike’s sudden attention to his lessons was more to do with the massive crush he had on his new teacher rather than a genuine thirst for knowledge. However, we decided to take advantage of his new found enthusiasm for learning and help him all we could. That was the reason why he was still hitting the books, long after his bedtime.

Just at that moment Daisy entered the room from where she had been washing up the dishes in the kitchen and said, “Oh my Mike, what are you still doing up, its way past your bedtime.”

Mike looked across and replied, “Aw please Aunt Daisy, just a few more minutes I’ve gotta read this story out in class tomorrow and I have to get the spellin’ all right for Miss Brown.”

“Well, I’m sure Miss Brown would agree with me that you’ll do a whole lot better in school tomorrow on a good night’s sleep,” she replied.

Seeing the boy’s crestfallen expression, she softened and said, “Tell you what Mike, Slim will check the spellings and correct any that need doing and then we can look at it together after breakfast alright?”

He beamed at her, “OK, thanks Aunt Daisy,” he grinned and kissing us all went happily off to bed.

Daisy and I went and sat by the fireside with Jess and after a while I started chuckling to myself.

“What’s up Pard?” Jess asked.

“This story of Mike’s,” I replied, “it’s priceless.”

“Let’s hear it then,” he said, so I began to read.


“My Life, by Mike Williams Class 2”

'Jess and Slim are my best friends and they look after me real well and let me do good stuff like ridding
(sp) and swimming and helping out about the ranch. Aunt Daisy makes reel (sp) good food like apple pies and stuff like that. And she does reel (sp)l good hot chokolate ( sp)  too.
Slim is reel (
sp)  good at Math and riting (sp)  and Jess is reel (sp) good at breaking mustangs but he falls off a lot and says lots of bad words and then gets up again and gets back on the mustang. Aunt Daisy don’t let him back in the house until he’s washed up reel (sp) good when he has been falling off a lot.
Sometimes on a Saturday Slim and Jess go to town to the saloon. When they come back they smell of beer and laugh a lot and they always remember my candy.
I luv
(sp)my family very much and we have lots of fun.

We looked at each other and Daisy wiped away a tear, but whether from emotion or laughter I wasn’t sure.

Jess had been laughing as hard as I had, but he suddenly stopped and said, “We can’t let him read that to the new teacher! What in heck will she think of us? I can’t stay on a horse to save my life; I cuss something fearful and we’re forever down the saloon drinkin’ beer. She ain’t gonna think we’re the best of guardians, that’s for sure.”

Daisy beamed across at us, “I shouldn’t worry too much,” she said, “just read the last line again, I love my family very much. We have lots of fun”, that’s the important bit and I guess she will take the rest with a pinch of salt.

“I sure hope so,” I mused, “I sure hope so!”

The following morning at breakfast Daisy and I helped him sort out the spelling mistakes as promised and then we had to sit through another 10 minutes of hearing how wonderful his new teacher was.

“And not only is she real kind and real smart, but she’s real pretty too,” he finished with a sigh.

Just then we heard the early morning Stage rolling in and Jess and I went off to greet it and have some banter with the driver, our old friend Mose Shell. As usual Jess stood strategically placed with a hand out ready to open the door and Mose drew up to within an inch of where he stood and grinning down from the box said, “That’s four out of four this week Jess, if I get it right tomorrow, I guess you owe me a dollar.”

Jess started prevaricating but the argument was cut short as Mike ran out clutching his school bag and was unceremoniously bundled up into the coach. Mose grinned down at us, and with a cheery “See ya tonight,” he was off again at speed, scattering chickens as he went.

Jess and I stood watching as the Stage disappeared off in a cloud of dust and turning to me, he said, “The kid’s sure got it bad. I can’t wait to meet this new teacher if she is as wonderful as he thinks,” he added grinning across at me.

“Me too buddy,” I agreed, “Me too.”

Turns out we didn’t have too long to wait either as we finally met her the next Friday night at the Laramie Spring Dance.Read More »

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#86 The Secret in the Attic


The Secret in the Attic

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

Many thanks to Pam Knych Klawinski for use of her excellent screen cap!

Chapter 1

It was a week after New Year and Daisy had been asking for the Christmas tree decorations to be put away, back up in the attic, for several days.
Now it was a wet Sunday afternoon and Slim and Jess had run out of excuses.
“Come on Jess let’s get to it,” said Slim pushing his chair back from the table where a substantial Sunday Lunch had just been enjoyed.
Daisy hid a smile as she started to clear away the dishes. Her dear Mama had been right. The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Especially so with her three boys, as she thought of Jess Harper and Slim Sherman, partners in the Sherman Ranch and Relay Station and their young ward Mike Williams. Goodness she had become more than just a housekeeper to them she mused, but in so many ways she was a Ma really.
Jess confirmed that thought by grabbing her and placing a smacker of a kiss on the top of her head and saying, “Anything for you Daisy.”
“Um, well do try not to make too much mess dear,” Daisy replied, “it really is dusty up there.” Then she looked thoughtful, “I suppose it could do with a spring clean really.”
Jess backed off quickly a pained look crossing his handsome features, “Aw Daisy you don’t spring clean attics...that’s the whole dang point. They’re supposed to be dirty and untidy, just a place to store stuff ain’t they.”
“Well, you never know what you might find,” she said cheerfully. “There could be all sorts of hidden secrets up there.”Read More »

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#85 Finding Christmas

Finding Christmas
By
Patty Wilkinson
(Some strong language, adult themes and violence...but not much!)

Many thanks to Jenny Prout for the lovely screen cap.

Chapter 1
The run up to Christmas was a busy and exciting time for most folk in Laramie. The Day itself was a time for ranchers to relax and take a step away from the often-backbreaking hard work and inclement weather; to spend a few hours in the good company of family and friends.
For the women folk the few weeks leading up to the special day were an especially busy time of preparation, baking, bringing in supplies, cleaning and of course making or buying gifts for their loved ones.
As for the children it was a time of unremitting excitement and much speculation as to what Santa would bring them that year. For even the lowliest of homes tried to provide a special present for the youngsters albeit often homemade by Pa in the barn. Many a rocking horse or doll’s house were fashioned, painted and wrapped in the dead of night, by candle light in the chilly barn.
As the days progressed preparations increased, with housewives getting short tempered in the heat of a busy kitchen, whilst over excited children were underfoot and made mischief. That was the signal for the menfolk to take themselves off on some pretext or other, returning later in the day when the children were abed and once more peace prevailed.
Two weeks before the big day, the Sherman spread was a hive of activity as well.Read More »