THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

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