THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. A of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into the ring w