THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard