THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Marlboros were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail sped past Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step