THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to enter the oct