Thread: The Only Rules That Matter:  Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

White people are usually quick to put anything out of their realm of experience down as witchcraft, Jackie pointed out as a shrug. But...our people say he's an evil shaman too. Nobody knows how he does it though. She looked her over again and sat back on her heels. So you're law, huh? She crinkled her nose when Sam explained the situation. Typical, she spat, shaking her head. Well I mean, at least you're a bounty hunter. Lotsa women aren't even allowed to be that. Without another word she pulled back the blanket to expose Sam's naked body. She was lean, her breasts small, but Jackie liked that in a woman of action. Some men had refused to take her seriously because of her soft curves, the feminine swell of her breasts and hips, until she'd kicked their asses. Hard and small was a more practical build for someone in Sam's line of work and Jackie liked practical. The bounty hunter, however, got defensive and protested when the blanket was thrown back. Jackie raised an eyebrow but didn't look up from her work. Saving your ass again and making sure the infection doesn't spread. Relax, kemosabe. She smiled and shook her head gently before offering Sam help with a bath. Gingerly she wrapped her unsplinted arm around her neck and sat next to her on the pallet. Don't fight me on this, alright? Your pride ain't worth the pain, trust me. Carefully she slid one arm around Sam's waist and the other behind her knees, picking her up to carry her bridal-style over to the corner of the dimly lit hut where a shallow tub had been filled with water. Slowly and with great care she lowered Sam into the water before kneeling next to the tub. Looking her over then looking at the surface of the water where bits of dried herb floated, she pursed her lips and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Guess I shoulda offered a bath first, she muttered. I've never been as good at this as Ma has. Just keep the splint out of the water. With a shrug she grabbed a washcloth and a cake of soap, lathering it up before gently and carefully scrubbing Sam down. Jackie tried not to let her eyes linger anywhere too long, aware that Sam may be self-conscious about her injuries. Plus nobody likes getting stared at. But she had to admit at least to herself that she was glad for the excuse to touch her. Sam's arms were well-muscled, strong, as were her legs. Her back was shapely and her breasts were cute, her stomach well defined. As she worked the washcloth lower though, Jackie couldn't help but smirk a little. It's still just so weird to me that you people don't shave this, she said with a small smile as two washcloth-covered fingers slid along her slit with the help of the soap, and couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. My people, we shave off all of our hair. It's weird to me you don't shave off any. She chuckled and handed the soaped up washcloth to Sam. And you can move your arm enough to wash your own ass, I think. Let me know if you need help. She sat by the little tub to wait for Sam to finish before helping her wash the grime and blood out of her hair then gingerly lifting her out and wrapping her in a towel before setting her back down on the bed. I ah...I have to put those poultices back on once you're dry. Jackie smiled sheepishly and shrugged. Ma's the medicine woman, not me. She's hoping to have you well enough to walk to bathe in the creek by the end of the week though. Want me to comb out your hair for you?