THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. barking at a squirrel passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship