If he missed, Henry knew there’d be consequences.
“Your aim’s off! You sure that prescription’s okay, four eyes?” chortled his boss, the state representative, from the adjacent blind.
The field was littered with the corpses of ducks. Henry thought he saw one flinch its wings. A dog barked mercilessly. Two more hours to go.
“Watch and learn!” the politician bellowed. His rifle snapped and another mallard fell with a thud.
Henry fired. A successful hit.
Later, when asked to gut the birds, Henry couldn’t hold back the vomit’s rise. His career ambition was no match for his vegetarianism.