THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octago