THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the oct