THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into