Note: If the word is underlined and if it has the ( )'s then obviously it is translated. Duh! LOL, but just to make sure, I put this. You never know. LOL! Well I'll stop so you can get readin'. Tchao!
Chapter 1 Oil Sighting
Tank, tank came the distinct sound of (insert name of whatever it is miners use) hitting on rocks."Oye, (hey) tomorrow we'll finish up." A short man called behind a man who was busing himself with some lumber, "It's already late." He continued as he wiped some soot off his plastered-hair-forehead.
"Ay vete(go), Pancho. I'll just haul these up on the fence."
"Esta bien."(Alright/Fine) Pancho said as he walked away. Grunting as he picked the wagon full of lumber, he walked grudgingly toward the dirt slope of the property's land. The moon peeked from behind the last grey cloud, spilling silvery rays across his path toward the bordering fence.
Heaving a sigh, the man dropped the handle's wagon. Taking one large piece of tall wood from the wagon, he walked over to the unfinished fence. Twisting into the cold hard ground, he reached for his large (hammer?) and started pounding on the wood.
Before he gave the last pounding from his hammer he noticed something slick sliding between his toes. Stepping a few steps back and retrieving the lamp light from the wagon, he crouched and looked at the post's base.
Black, viscous, type liquid streamed its way down toward his feet. "Nombre de Dios." (In the name of god/Oh my god)he murmured as he touched the oil. Suddenly he got up and retrieved a ceramic up and filled it with the viscous liquid.
Running gawkily down toward the immense hacienda, he yelled out his companions name, "Pancho!" careful not to tilt or drop the oil he opened the door only to knock right into a large man. "Ay, senorSir)"
The man pushed the man away from him as he saw his shirt stained, "Que?(What)" he took the cup from him and scrutinized it. "Where'd you find this?" he demanded after he looked over it.
The man pointed behind him, "Donde estan los postes, sir."(Where the posts are)
Sliding both his index finger and thumb together with oil, he walked slowly behind him, "Is there a lot?"
"I don't know." He shrugged.
"Who else knows about this?"
nOtE cHaT: Here, I am babling again, but yeah. This story is authored(Is that even a word? Hmm...), written or whatever by two people. Me(well duh!) and my friend, Yamile, (her PenName thing in FanFiction is yrl). That is just a little fact. He, he, he. Well, let's see what else... Oh, and yeah, some characters are not mine...tadidadida...though some of them are mine as you have already noticed. Ha, ha, ha! Well if yah have any question or comments just contact me(my name is Priscilla, though I go by Priz)or Yamile(she just goes by Yamile. LOL!). If yah, need to contact her, because i truly doubt you can look her up on the fanction thing, then go to my profile and you'll see her e-mail. We'll be happy to receive suggestions, comments, tadidadida...so on and so forth. Well that's a long nOtE cHaT. I'll just stop now. Tchao! Priz & Yamile