THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to ent