THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into