The ways of the game

There was the gentle breeze
A superb day to enjoy a walk in this grand parc
And a business collegue to meet
Well, as it turned out, a rather cold drift
At the back of the neck
As he noticed the body hanging from the tree

The fellow should not have fooled with the wrong type
But then, he was also of the wrong type
And, from the start, he knew the rules.

Perhaps the collogue wanted to make a stronger point
As he took out his  .45 and hit the dead body with a few slugs
Then aimed it at the now very pale face of the visitor.

''No more warnings'' he said
As he turned around and left.