THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. wagging its tail A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb abo