Exacting Revenge (Short Story #2 in series)

Oblivious to the natural world beneath their beachtowel, two lovers were lost in each other’s embrace. In the soil below them, new oak weevils drilled random acorns for food and a thousand miracles of nature hummed around them.
 
Ah, but the tiny lives were not mindful of these two pursing their animal pleasures. Larva just beneath were surely being crushed by these two humans, unaware that they were ending living organisms beneath them.
 
These were my thoughts. The thoughts of one well acquainted with the cycles of life, beginnings and endings. This day was about endings.
 
The deer standing at a distance had no inkling of the drama that would unfold in her favored food plot at the edge of this vineyard. She didn't know that the tangled human couple was committing a violation that had to be addressed. Debts were incurred to one not present and the accounts would be settled.
 
The offenders had names, Susan and James. I learned a little about them from my client, Susan’s husband. He and his wife loved each other deeply until James, a married coworker and lawyer, entered her life. It didn’t take long for my client to realize Susan and James were having an affair.
 
I smiled, imagining them working together professionally while anticipating a romp in his private vineyard afterward. I almost laughed while watching them, thinking of how James’ wife was getting my services for free, but that’s how things work out sometimes.
 
My position at the edge of an oak grove was selected for good visibility based on the row orientation in the vineyard. From observation, I learned that James and Susan were creatures of habit, selecting the same spot for every meeting.
 
As beautiful as this scene was to me across the springtime green, an offended man was demanding exacting revenge and I was the tool he chose and paid for. While I basked in the beauty of the field and massive oaks, I couldn't view the couple as much more than the oak weevils crushed beneath their bodies. Lost in their desires for each other, they couldn't imagine what their futures held.
 
In another field nearby, I fell a deer when I was young. On this day there would be two kills but the deer would go free to fall another day. Because of the setting, I’m used a .270 magnum, a common deer rifle load. At a range under 200 yards, I wouldn't need much adjustment for drift.
 
I scoped onto the couple and scanned their forms. James was raised above her, pressing down in rhythmic abandonment common among mammals. She moved very little while receiving his thrusts.  Her head bounced slightly and hands caressed his lower back. I thought it was a sweet gesture.
 
I planned two successive shots for center body mass. James would go first and then Susan as the husband had requested. Susan’s husband wouldn’t know who I shot first, but this was best for me anyway as long as James didn't fall to block my view of Susan. I would only have an instant to get the second shot off and avoid a chase through the vineyard.
 
The most humane approach was to allow the lovers to enjoy each other’s last moments together. Through my scope, I could sense their emotional state. He continued at a lively pace, and I was truly impressed. I could adjust for any position, but missionary seemed to be their choice for the day.  
 
Finally, it appeared that James was delivering his load into Susan. I smiled thinking about the load I was about to deliver into him. He froze high over her, obviously pressing firmly inside as if trying to hold her for a moment more.
 
Crack boom! Then a long echo across the field as I stayed focused through my scope.
 
James fell immediately away from Susan and I knew I’d connected with center mass. He rolled to his back, his hardened cock clearly visible through my scope. Susan screamed a cry that echoed across the vineyard. I heard the rustling of birds in the canopy above me.
 
Susan’s eyes looked down the vine row toward the sound just as I pulled the second shot. I knew at this range that my projectile would arrive a half second before the boom reached her eardrums. It must be surreal for your last image in life to be a silent flash from a distant oak grove. What were her last thoughts as she was jerked from life’s most passionate act?
 
This would be her ending, a harsh expansion in her chest after the initial entry through the ribs under her arm. My only concern was the possibility of striking her shoulder or arm and having to take a second shot.  
 
Susan rolled from her back to her side facing away from me and was immediately still. My scope stayed trained on her and I saw a short quivering in her lower legs,  then all was quiet.
 
I hesitate to share this, but Susan’s dying form was lovely on the green grass framed between two rows of wine grapes. Her slender back formed a smooth hourglass shape perfectly balanced with her hips. Her butt was smooth, toned, and round. I could understand how James’ desires got the best of him.
 
I saw no sign of injury from her back. God, she was beautiful! I continued to gaze through my scope, taking pleasure in viewing her last peaceful breaths after the shock of having her lover pulled away so violently. Her side rose and fell only twice before going still. The drama had played out naturally and beautifully as planned.
 
While walking across the field to inspect my work, I scanned the edges of the vineyard for the deer, but she along with the birds had vanished and I felt alone but for the undercurrent of the natural world surrounding me.
 
As I drew closer, I felt the always-present pinch of pain at having killed again. But, I’m a necessary part of the tangled issues we humans create in our lives and the debts that are incurred as a result.
 
Susan’s entry wound was perfect. Her death was quick as judged by the lack of blood. I was a little embarrassed for James. He was facing the sky, legs spread in his nakedness. His corpse didn’t seem worthy of the beauty of Susan’s dead form just inches away. The manly extension I'd seen moments before was now flaccid and fully retired in keeping with my client’s wishes.
 
I sent photos of the scene to Susan's husband for confirmation of the completed task, and then walked away.