the dark day by saul velasquez

Saul Velasquez
8/9 Language arts
Mrs. Otts
9/18/09
The Dark Day

It was one of those days in June, hot and scorching. My grandparents had come to Wichita in May and were here for the summer. The Sunday of one week in June my family went to church. Then we took our grandparents to lunch. Then in the afternoon my uncle Jaime Martinez took my grandpa and me to a rodeo. That day I slept over, but I stayed for a week. We waited for my uncle to get out of work. Then we would go to the ranch to ride horses, but most of the time we will ride for 2 hours then it will get dark. That whole week we did the same thing every day. And then he asked me “vas a coloa…” Until Friday my uncle got out of work early. So we went to ranch.
We were riding horses for about an hour or two. Then I saw flying across the sky, soar like an eagle. After that plane passed, my uncle got off his horse and drank a beer. So we passed twenty minutes or so, he said “Let’s go give the horses a bath.” So he sent me to go get one of the horses he was riding earlier that was on a harness a hundred yards away from where we were sitting, and my uncle got the other horse, which was next to him. Then my grandpa got the whip and my little second cousin and my grandma were racing to get to the pond. And then, the first horse did not want to take a bath and it got my uncle in the water to his waist. The horse that was taking a bath got loose and went to the stalls, so my uncle sent me to lock that horse up. And then, I gave him the horse I had and went to go lock the horse up. While I was getting that horse, my uncle was standing on some rocks that were fenced together by the side of the pond and the water came and pounded against them. He turned the horse around in the water, and he saw that the horse came near him. He jumped on it and he remembered about his wallet. He reached back to get it, and when he reached down to get it, he tried to get the horse to stop, but the horse didn’t feel the floor because it was deep. The horse panicked. Instead of stopping, it went to the middle where it was deeper, way deeper. The horse went under the water and my uncle did, too. He struggled two times, but the horse kicked him and ripped his liver. I called the police and they didn’t want to believe me until one of the ambulances got there and told them everything. When the fire department, police department, and sheriff came, the boat didn’t want to start, so they put the boat in the water and got the big long sticks. They were going around the water. My grandpa told them where he went down, and they finally went around where he was and of the fireman told the other one to wait, go back a little. Like the pole had a hook then they latched then the fireman he said to the other to help him. Then they pulled my uncle out of the water. They took him to the hospital in El Dorado. There they pronounce him dead. I had been crying seen he went under water.
We were going to make him a rodeo in his memory the next week. Then one of the group that was competing brother die. So we move the rodeo to the next week. That when I went to Mexico. I still wonder what if I wasn’t there.