THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson Vapor: Championship Tas