Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

There was a groan from the corner. Jackie looked over her shoulder and widened her eyes. Setting down the shuttle with which she was weaving she scrambled across the dirt floor to the pallet bed. Gently she put a hand on the cowboy's--cowgirl's?--chest and pushed her back down into bed. Wordlessly she began checking the wounds to see if any of the stitches had popped. Ah... Ah... Where am Ah? Her voice was parched and Jackie moved again. You're safe on the edge of the desert, she answered calmly. She lifted a cup to her lips. Here, drink some water. God knows how long you were out there. My name's Jackie, if you've forgotten that conversation. Jackie Sparrow. Jackie waited until the stranger had drunk her fill before speaking again. My mom's outside washing your clothes again. She's stitched up all the holes and this is the third time she's washed them trying to get all the blood out. She looked carefully at the cowboy, suspicious. What sort of person are you that you're getting shot at? It took her a moment to realize this probably sounded very rude. Sorry, that was backwards. What sort of people were shooting at you? And all those men for that matter it's a miracle even you survived.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Head swimming, throat dry and burning, Sam coyldn't have put up much if a struggle even if she'd wanted to. So she sank back onto the pallet bed once more, and gratefully accepted the cup of... tea? Vegetable broth? Whatever it was, it tasted wonderful. It required an act of will to sip at it, letting the warm liquid trickle down her parched throat and settle in her shrunken stomach, since every instinct screamed for her to just gulp it down. Ah... Ah'm much obliged, ma'am, Sam finally said, voice sounding more nirmal. Still weak, mind. But less croaky and ragged. Head sagging back against the pillow, she smiled at Jackie. Least Ah reckon Ah kin do is pay no nevermind ta how y'all ask yer questions. Her eyes closed for a moment, as if the very act if speaking were exhausting. M'name's Sam. Sam Cavendish, an' Ah'm a bounty hunter an' a tracker. Those men Ah was with, did... did any o' 'em survive? A silent shake of Jackie's head confirmed Sam's suspicions. They was, well, there was Art Davis, one o' th' Rangers. An', an' Sherrif Sean Young, an' four deputies. Th' Ranger done hired me ta guide 'em ta th' Triple-S Ranch. She closed her eyes, hearing the roar if the guns again. Don't rightly know who killled 'em. Who tried ta kill me. But Ah reckon it'd be likely ta be Danny Beckett. He's th' owner o' th' Triple-S, an' th' Ranger was carryin' a warrant fer his arrest.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Well nice to meet you, Sam Cavendish. Really though, call me Jackie not ma'am. My ma's a ma'am, I'm not a ma'am. She sat next to the low bed and her eyes flicked over her as though trying to find more injuries while Sam told her what happened. I know the Triple-S. Nasty piece of work. Beckett collects First Tribes scalps like any sane person would collect animal heads, displays them like hunting trophies. She shook her head. I never thought they'd finally nail him on something. Jackie looked over her again and sat back on her heels. So you're law, huh? Her eyes stopped at her blanket-covered chest for a bare moment. Not that it's any of my business, but do you mind me asking whether you tell people Sam's short for Samuel, or Samantha? White folks don't really seem too keen on women protecting them, even if they can do it better than men. She folded her arms over her own chest as though irked. Jackie herself didn't dress like a woman either, but opted instead for faded jeans and a hide shirt which left her naval exposed with its uneven hem. Her feet were bare but a dusty pair of black boots and a hat sat by the door next to Sam's. While the law woman talked she pulled back the blanket and checked over her again, gently applying salves and pastes where they were needed. Sam had been gutshot, but two bullets had torn through the meat of her thigh and one had lodged in her breast, barely missing her heart. There would be a scar there in addition to the few she already had, but Liluye had kept her stitches as tidy and close as she could to minimize the scarring. Jackie felt her forehead but the fever appeared to have broken for good. It seemed safe for her to move just a little bit, with a lot of help. Do you want me to help you bathe? she offered. Or do you want to sleep some more? Ma's orders I'm not supposed to pester you with too many questions until you can sit up.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

So y'all know th' Triple-S, huh? Sam winced as she shifted on the pallet bed. Ah jes know his rep, an' rumors Ah've heard. Folk say he's a conjure-man an' a devil worshipper. Don't rightly know what th' warrant was fer, though. Jackie looked over her again and sat back on her heels. So you're law, huh? She shifted again, uncomfortable under the other woman's gaze. Nah, Ah ain't the law. There was a touch of bitterness in her voice. Jus' a bounty hunter. Women cain't be th' law - folks won't let'm. The Indian woman -Jackie - continued to stare, eyes tracing the outlines of her rangy frame beneath the blanket. Not that it's any of my business, but do you mind me asking whether you tell people Sam's short for Samuel, or Samantha? White folks don't really seem too keen on women protecting them, even if they can do it better than men. Ah don't rightly say it's short fer anythin', she answered, stomping down a thrill of jealousy as she looked at Jackie. Ah ain't ne'er fibbed 'bout who Ah am, but it ain't mah fault if'n folks take me fer someone else. Once, she remembered - when she was a little girl - she'd hoped to grow up pretty. But she'd been able to pass for a boy when she was young, and she'd grown up hard and lean. It was an advantage in her profession - folk didn't take ladies seriously as bounty hunters, and she'd had to shoot folk once or twice over that. But looking at Jackie, slim and strong but in no ways able to be mistaken for a man, that little girl she'd been seethed in resentment. All of which meant she was caught off-guard when Jackie drew back the blanket. Hey! she protested. What y'all do in'? It turned out that she was just checking the various stitches and dressings and splints that covered her body. Sam stared at them, appalled and - deep down, where she'd never admit it - heartbroken. Sure, she'd buried that childhood dream of being pretty. But staring at her hard, angular limbs and small breasts and the terrible bruises and ugly stitches... She gritted her teeth against the sob that threatened to well out, and turned her head till Jackie pulled the blanket back over her. Do you want me to help you bathe? she offered. Or do you want to sleep some more? Ma's orders I'm not supposed to pester you with too many questions until you can sit up. The injun woman's hand was cool on her forehead, and her touch made Sam's skin tingle, somehow. Ah... No she thought, bitterly, Ah don't want y'all helpin' me. Bad enough Ah gotta look at me. . But what she said was Sure, if'n y'all don' mind. Ah reckon Ah kin use one.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Sam yelped, just a little, as Jackie picked her up. Part of her wanted to struggle and fight, insist she didn't need help. The rest of her knew that was just her fool pride talking, though. The way she felt, she wasn't sure she could stand under her own power. Besides, if she was giing to be honest, it felt kinda nice. Jackie was pleasantly rounded and soft over her hard muscles, and Sam was glad of the bath water for another reason. It hid the embarrassing dampness between her thighs. Still, though, it was an odd experience to get bathed by someone else. Nice, but awkward. The sort of thing that she might have appreciated more if it had been voluntary, but which she just found frustrating as an invalid. But then, Jackie's cloth-covered fingers slid between her thighs, and Sam had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping. Ah... y'all what? she managed, hoping the other woman would taje her sudden tension for discomfort. Y'all shave? But... She was suddenly grateful for the washcloth that slapped into her bare skin, because it distracted her from wondering what it would feel like. Being shaved and touching herself. Wondering how Jackie might... She bit that thought off, hard, as she scrubbed and then washed the grime out if her hair. Once she'd wirn it long, like pa had said her mother had dine. But there weren't no place fer long hair in a man's world, so she'd sadly cut her braids off. The shaggy mane she wore now, kept trim by barbers, was barely shiulder kength. Jackie helped her back out of the tub and wrapoed a towel around her before carrying her back to the pallet bed. Yeah, Ah hope Ah am, too, she said. No offense, cause y'all have been plenty kind, but... well, Ah reckin Ah ain't no good at bein' helpless. The offer to comb her hair out brought a smile to her lips, though. Sure. Ah appreciate that. Settling back, she stared lazily at the ceiling. Where am Ah? she asked again. Ain't no reservations in these here parts, but... She stopped. What was she going to say? That Jackie didn't seem a savage? Y'all... livin' alone, out here?
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Jackie chuckled when Sam seemed surprised and a little uncomfortable at the revelation that her tribe shaved their body hair. Yeah, she confirmed. Everything but our heads. See? She pulled up the leg of her jeans to reveal one smooth, hairless leg. Touch it if you want. It's really soft. Once she'd gotten Sam out of the tub and an offer to comb her hair had been accepted, Jackie sat with her back against the wall and gently pulled the bounty hunter to lean her back against her chest. She opened the towel to let the wounds air dry--and probably for selfish reasons if she were honest with herself, though taking advantage of a wounded woman would have gone too far indeed--before reaching for a comb. Carefully she worked it through Sam's hair, working out the tangles, before reaching for a brush and proceeding to brush it dry. You've got some real pretty hair, she murmured, pulling the brush through then fluffing it out with her fingers to get air through to dry it. It's a shame you cut it all off. Fucking men. She shook her head. Sam asked where she was, pointing out that there weren't any reservations nearby. Nah, we ain't alone. We're on the outskirts of my village. You're up in the prairies, bout twenty miles outside Kermit. We don't need a res to survive we're them wild imjins you hear about who raid towns, rape all the pretty white women then take their scalps. She was only able to keep a straight face for a moment, then burst into laughter. Oh man, your face! Relax, kemosabe! Jackie tugged a lock of Sam's hair gently. Don't believe everything you read in the newspapers. In fact, don't believe half what you read in the newspapers, least not about Indians or blacks. Anyone any shade of brown, really. They always like to assume the worst and lump all of us in with the few crazies. We may not be on a reservation but we're perfectly civilized. Think you'd be alive and on the mend if we weren't? Without waiting for an answer, Jackie put the brush down and reached for the bowl of poultice. She kept Sam leaning against her back-to-chest as she spread the paste over her wounds where it had been washed away. After this was done she wiped off her fingers and began to gently but firmly massage Sam's shoulders, then her good arm from her bicep all the way down to her fingers. I can get your legs if you want, she offered softly as she pressed her thumb into the heel of Sam's good hand. I find a lot of patients like it when I rub them down. Keeps their muscles from getting stiff, makes recovery and movement easier on them.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Despite the teasing, Sam found hersekf relaxing into Jackie. Her body was soft against hers, with a core of hard muscke beneath. Shamefully, she found herself wondering how sbe would feel with her shirt off. With those beautiful brown breasts touching her skin, and... Sam jerked, pushing the sinful thought aside, and was grateful Jackie took it as a reaction th the comment about wild injuns. Yeah, Sam mumbled, feeling a flush crawl over her cheeks and down her breasts. Ah reckon that, with mah line o' work, Ah outta know better than ta believe wild stories. Ain't like us whites got clean, pure hands or nuthin'. Ah reckon most folks is jes' folks, a-tryin' ta get by, an' Ah apologize if'n Ah've given offence. T'weren't mah intention. Y'all ain't bedn nuthin' but kind. Jackie's fingers began exploring her skin then, smearing something on her wounds that stung and then felt cool and pleasant. This was followed by a gentle massage that left the bounty hunter sighing in cintented pleasure and desperately trying to ignore the tingling dampness between her legs. Damnit, it weren't right to have... feelings like that! And this kind gorgeous woman'd be horrified if she knew! It weren't natural , thinkin' about anither woman like that! I can get your legs if you want. Huh? Wha? Sam's eyes flew ooen at that, wide and startled. Mah... mah legs? Her pulse hammered away, but Jackie explained that it was to loosen up stiff muscles. Ah... that is... God, would she notice? Or would she think she just hadn't dried off? She really wanted that massage, but... uhm... yeah. If...if'n y'all don't... don't mind. Don't let her notice don't let her notice please God don't let her notice .
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Nah man, Jackie said with a shrug. People've said way worse things to my face. I just like to mess around is all. Sam seemed hesitant about her legs being massaged, then finally settled on it. Don't feel obliged if you sunny want it, she said, though she helped Sam lay back on her back on the bed. Jackie worked a firm but gentle pressure with strong fingers along the arch of one foot. Gradually she continued the same way up her calf, then to her thigh. She did, in fact, notice the arousal glistening on her very inner thigh and the sweet, tangy scent told her it wasn't just water. Wordlessly Jackie worked her way up the other leg and by the time she was back at her thighs Sam only seemed to be in worse shape. Jackie herself wondered whether the bounty hunter tasted as sweet as she smelled... But that just wouldn't be right. You just woke up, she pointed out gently, rubbing her thigh. Not that I don't think you're pretty, but wait until you don't depend on me for everything, then we'll talk. I find a situation like yours tends to make patients more fond of their caretaker than they would otherwise be. Bern done a few bad turns that way. The Indian smiled gently then, selfishly, placed two slow, gentle kisses on the inside of each thigh near her sex. Do you want me to turn you over and get your back? Jackie offered casually from between her thighs, massaging them and wishing it weren't so skeevy to just take her right then and there. Or do you want me to give you a few minutes alone? Still feeling like a creep when she wished it weren't perverted to watch Sam touch herself without her consent.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Oh God she'd noticed. The realizatiin made Sam want to crawl into herself and die, and then hearing Jackie say she was pretty was worse. Ignore how it was a patent lie, probably trying to make her feel better, it just made her feel worse . Because now she wanted... what? Even if Jackie was really saying what she thought she was saying, it wasn't like they could do anything. She'd grown up in a farm, and understood the basic mechanics. Two women just didn't have the right... parts. And tben Jackie kissed her thighs, and made a sort of shuddering gasp at the feel of her lips. Do you want me to turn you over and get your back? she asked, making Sam's eyes go wide at the feel of warm breath on her... nethers. Or do you want me to give you a few minutes alone? She was already blushing, but she tried to blush harder at the implication. Ah... What, Sam? Want to get it over with? Want her to stay? Want her to go? Wish you weren't such a pervert? Ah... reckon Ah... need a... minute. She managed not to make a cisappointed sound as the Indian rose, and her blue eyes followed the sway of the woman's hips as she left the room. That sway was still on her mind as she slid a finver into her slippery sex Oh God , she hissed, sliding her finger in deep. Thoughts of Jackie returned, and she tried to imagine some man. The Ranger, he'd been good-looking. But the image kept changing to the way Jackie had looked doe,wn there and the way her fingers and lips had felt and it was a sin what she was thinking but as her fingers filled her pussy and her thumb brushed and rubbrd her clit it was brown fingers she imagined and not... not... Sam made a low keening sound, biting her lip as her orgasm broke. For a brief moment all her doubts and confusion vanished into bliss. But that faded, leaving her with shame and guillt and the memory of Pastor Smith's long-ago lecture about sinful, unnatural lusts. Gawd, she whimpered. Ah... Ah'm so, so sorry. But all she heard was that long-ago lecture, and she knew God had no forgveness for her.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Jackie was of two minds on the one hand disappointed she couldn't stay and watch, on the other aroused by the idea of Sam touching herself. With a sigh she stood. Holler when you're done. Well I mean, you will I suppose, but you know what I mean. She grinned cheekily and left. Damned morals. It wasn't watching if the door was closed anyway. Jackie leaned against the outside wall near the door and she could hear Sam, though muffled. The sounds of her fingers sliding over her sex were too soft to hear but she could hear Sam's moans and her orgasm. Jackie bit her lip and leaned her head back against the wall, wishing she could be there . She licked her lips, imagining how the bounty hunter might taste, how she might feel pulsing around her fingers. There was that toy she had... Sam called for her and she took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably before going inside. She'd have to have some time to herself later as well. Gotta admit I'm surprised, she said as she knelt next to Sam and helped her turn onto her stomach. She'd been too lost in her own imagination to hear her pleas with her own God. A lot of white girls are all 'God' this and 'hell' that credit for accepting yourself for who you are naturally. She smiled and pressed her fingertips into Sam's shoulders. My dad thought the same way they did. But then, my dad was also a bank robber who got himself shot, so what did he know? Thank God I'm not Christian. She chuckled and began moving her hands across Sam's back. Does your family know?
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Jackie reentered, and it was clear from her expression and from her earlier comments that the Indian woman knew exactly what she'd done. The realization made her blush furiously, and just want to die. And wasn't that strange? She'd faced down gangs before, armed men trying to kill her, without flinching. But an attractive woman who was commenting casually on her pleasuring herself? Mortifying. Maybe someday she'd understand herself. Gotta admit I'm surprised, she said as she knelt next to Sam and helped her turn onto her stomach. Sam grunted and winced as she rolled over, forgetting for a moment and trying to push with her splinted arm. Oh, good. She was going to keep talking about it. Cain't think why, she muttered, voice bitter. Ain't like y'all didn't remark on... on it, or nuthin'. But damn it, the injun just wouldn't shut up! A lot of white girls are all 'God' this and 'hell' that credit for accepting yourself for who you are naturally. She smiled and pressed her fingertips into Sam's shoulders. My dad thought the same way they did. But then, my dad was also a bank robber who got himself shot, so what did he know? Thank God I'm not Christian. Irritation flared in Sam's gut, fueled by self-loathing and warring with the pleasant sensations of strong fingers working the tension out of her back. Y'all ain't... Christian? She latched on to that for a moment. That's... but.... She knew, of course, that many Injuns had been heathens, once. Missionaries did their work, though, and most of them had converted. She thought. Well, to each their own, Ah reckon. Cain't say Ah think that much about it, m'self. Only when she found herself watching other women, sinful longing in her heart. Only when she remembered that the Lord would see her as an abomination. She chuckled and began moving her hands across Sam's back. Does your family know? What, that Ah don't spend a whole lotta time thinkin' bout religion? Or that y'all ain't Christian? It was a deliberate misinterpretation of the woman's words, because she had a horrible feeling she knew what Jackie was really asking. And it was something she didn't want to admit to anyone , not since things had gone so badly wrong with Mary. Ain't rightly come up, either way. Mah pa's a good man, but he always reckoned thet God'd rather see a man work ta keep his family fed than anything else. An' Ah doubt y'all've met him.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Sam misinterpreted what she was saying and Jackie raised her eyebrows at her bare back. It was an uncomfortable subject for her, she supposed. With a shrug she moved her hands lower down her back. Still, at least her dad was cool about it. Well good for you guys, she replied with a nod. So many so-called 'good Christians' will throw their kids out of the house or worse. I'm glad your Pa's supportive. Honest work is good work, and that's all that matters. It had struck her as funny, however, that Sam seemed more concerned that she wasn't a Christian. You really expected off-res Apaches to be Catholic or something, kemosabe? she teased. My dad was white, Christian, so I've got a weird jumble up in my own head. But he died when I was nine so for the most part it's just been our own religion up there. Glad you don't see the need to convert the Godless heathens though. Good on ya. She patted her back before pressing her fingers gently into Sam's taut rear. You got the knottiest ass I ever seen, man! she laughed. It was a nice ass, though. Is that where you store all your tension? Days in the saddle and it all just builds up there? She dutifully worked out the knots in her muscles, though, and worked her way down the back of her legs before she was finished. Jackie held Sam's splinted arm so she wouldn't forget again as they worked to turn her over. She covered her with the blanket then held a cup to her mouth. Here, drink some of this, she offered, it'll help you sleep. Ma'd kill me if she knew I'd let you stay awake this long, and you've still got a lot of recovering to do.