THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to