{"id":708,"date":"2025-01-11T08:08:50","date_gmt":"2025-01-11T14:08:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/2025\/01\/11\/708\/crimson-weighs-heavy\/"},"modified":"2025-01-11T08:08:50","modified_gmt":"2025-01-11T14:08:50","slug":"crimson-weighs-heavy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/2025\/01\/11\/708\/crimson-weighs-heavy\/","title":{"rendered":"Crimson Weighs Heavy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Marshal Tate rode into Black Hollow at dusk, the dying sun painting the town blood-red. The air was brittle, high plains wind snapping at shuttered windows. By the saloon, a boy no older than fifteen leaned against the hitching post, cradling a rifle too big for him. Tate tipped his hat, but the boy only stared.<\/p>\n<p>Inside, the buzz dimmed when Tate entered. Johnny Greaves sat at a corner table, nursing whiskey. His pistol rested in plain view. &#8220;Marshal.&#8221; Greaves&#8217;s voice was cool, the word heavy.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Johnny. Came to take you in.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Greaves smirked, shaking his head. &#8220;Ain&#8217;t justice what you want, Tate. You want me to pay for those homesteads. You want revenge.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Justice,&#8221; Tate replied, his hand brushing his holster, &#8220;don&#8217;t come with a smile.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Silence stretched before Greaves stood. &#8220;Then let\u2019s settle it.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Outside, the boy still waited, watching as two figures faced off under the crimson sky. A single shot echoed. By nightfall, the saloon was silent again, and the marshal\u2019s badge lay forgotten in the dirt.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Justice don\u2019t come with a smile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":707,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_convertkit_post_meta":{"form":"-1","landing_page":"0","tag":"0","restrict_content":"0"},"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-708","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fiction","category-western"],"_wp_attached_file":null,"_wp_attachment_metadata":null,"_thumbnail_id":"707","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/708","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=708"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/708\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/707"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=708"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=708"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyisinfinite.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=708"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}