THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. just sniffing the air cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championshi