The way it ended...

This is my ending to a short story I read in humanities class today. It's called Crossing Spider Creek by Dan O'Brien. He didn't give an ending, but left us hanging, thus our assignment is to use our imaginations and come up with one. Check out this story on your own ( yes I'm going to have you work a little... look it up on Google or something) and let me know how my ending fits...

The seriously injured man, Tom, clicked for his horse to move accross the rushing icy creek. The frightened horse obeyed reluctantly, slowly inching accross the water. It was Tom's last chance at life. He felt the horse knew it too. The smell of the blood from Tom's arm drifted to the horse's nostrils. Its ears folded back timidly, as it crept forward to the other bank. This was Tom's life or death situation, and he wanted more then anything, to live; to see his dear carol again, and never live in silence again. "That's it, keep going. There you go," Tom coaxed the horse. The man became dizzy. 'I've probably lost so much blood I won't live anyway,' Tom thought. Blood dripped onto the horse and into the water. The horse shivered, and freaked. It bucked Tom onto the rocky bank, leaving him in the freezing liquid, and sharp rocks. The man stayed alive just long enough to see the horse standing on the bank, a look of apalogy in his eyes. for some reason, Tom knew the animal knew what it did, and was sorry. So, the seriously injured man was left on the bank of Spider Creek, in the freezing water, on sharp rocks. The frightened horse went back home... to Carol. But after that day, the horse's right femur was never strong enough to carry the poor beast.