THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel passed him up Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavor Prepare to enter the octagon