THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to enter