Laramie
What's My Name?
I do not own any of the characters or settings of Laramie. They belong to A Revue Studios production. I have only kidnapped Slim for a lot of whumping and the other characters for comforting him. If I did own them (which again I don't) it would be all about Slim whump and Jess comforting him. hee-hee. I make no money off this. It is only for entertainment for the true Slim whump Lovers.
Authors note* thank you to all who wanted me to write another Laramie fanfic! this one will be a lot shorter than my other one but i hope it will be even better. Enjoy;)
Sorry, i have been making a lot of changes to this chapter.
Chapter 1
Dust jumped and floated high into the air attracting my attention as a horse galloped up the road which led to the house of the Sherman Ranch. My ranch. I live here with my best friend and we run a stagecoach stop out of our active ranch. My name is… well ever since my Army days I'm just called Slim. It was a nickname some of my buddy's came up with and when I got out of the Army, I stuck with it. I was about 19 when I joined and 21 when I left. I'm around 24 now.
My Pa died right before I got back then my Ma died. I guess I didn't rightly feel like my old self anymore. So, whenever anybody asks me now what my name is, I tell them it's Slim. I got a little brother who is off at school, but he was too young to remember my name before I got back from the Army.
The horse and rider came to an abrupt stop at the hitching post set up right outside my front porch. I stopped what I was doing and came around the side of the house and to my surprise and delight it was the Sheriff of Laramie, Mort Cory. "Well howdy Mort! What brings you out here in the middle of this hot day?" I said pleasantly surprised.
"Slim you need to get to Laramie immediately!" there it is again with the Slim name. Mort has been like a father to me ever since my own Pa died. Mort knows my name but respects my decision to be called Slim. Damn, I love that man just like he was my own Pa.
"Why Mort? What's wrong?" Mort never looked this worried. Ever.
"Slim… it's Jess." My head snapped to attention as Mort said my best friend's name. Jess riles me twelve ways to Sunday but at the end of the day I wouldn't want to kick back and stare at the stars with anyone else. Of course, I keep that to myself cause there would be no living with him if he knew that. He doesn't know my name either, but it wasn't for lack of trying. After I had let it slip once that Slim wasn't my real name, he has been pestering me trying to figure it out any chance he gets.
"Mort, what's wrong with Jess? Is he okay?" my voice raised a couple of notches as did a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Slim… it all happened so fast. I was in my office when…then when I got there… Jess was…" I could see that whatever had happened had shook Mort up something awful. He is the calmest and collected man I know and right now he was just blabbering unfinished sentences. I had to know if Jess was okay. I walked over the rambling man who still sat in the saddle grabbed his hand which hung holding the reins limply hard forcing him to focus on me.
Mort stopped and looked down at me with eyes gleaming amidst sorrow and guilt. "Mort listen to me. I got to know is he okay?" I looked straight into his eyes and dared him to tell me that Jess wasn't okay.
"Slim" Mort just looked at me, he couldn't finish speaking.
"Mort you tell me right now!" My voice was low and threatening something which Jess sometimes was but never me. But I was desperate, and it was the only thing that I could think of to bring Mort around to his senses.
Mort looked around utterly helpless, squinting everywhere in the hot sun but at me. "Mort!" Low wasn't working, I was yelling at him now. "Just please tell me, is Jess okay?" I was trying to contain myself but the thought that Jess might be dead was too much.
Mort's expression turned to shame written all over his 40 something slightly bearded features and something inside of him snapped and took control. Mort shook my hand off of his and tugged on the horse's reins. He started his horse towards the road back to Laramie leaving me with a stunned expression on my face. He turned his head and yelled over his shoulder with a voice that betrayed tears and guilt
"Grab your horse Slim. Jess has been shot."