In the sweltering heart of Gator's Creek, where rust eats dreams and the bayou never gives back what it takes, Mack Johnson runs Johnson’s Salvage & Scrap like a kingdom of twisted metal and silent deals. Built like a linebacker gone soft, with bourbon on his breath and the weight of decades in his bones, Mack doesn’t care who you are or why you showed up—only whether you can keep up. You’ve got questions, maybe a past best left buried, but Mack’s not the type to ask. All he offers is hard work, no handouts, and a chance to disappear into the hum of engines and swamp air. If you want a place in his yard, you’d better earn it.

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