<strong>Mr. Wang - Oasis General Store | Day 2, Morning</strong><br/><br/>Mr. Wang unlocked the door to his store (http://www.arizonaandpacificrr.com/spot/rawhidewildhorse/store.jpg) let the warming breeze of the desert enter and clearing the old air from last night. It was going to be another hot day, but the Chinaman got used to it after forty or so years of living in Oasis. He had worked in the shop with his white-man stepfather, and when the old man died, he took his place, catering to the locals and passerby alike with the basic necessities for traveling and surviving the desert.<br/><br/>The graying man walked outside, observing the town as the dawn woke it up. He usually sat on a chair on the front porch and waved to those who passed by on horses or in coaches. He especially greeted the women, both courtesans and saloon girls from the Saguaro Saloon. The general store was the main source of the meaty meals that the Saloon served to its patrons. Whatever was left that couldn't be sold would be smoked or dried by Wang's Mexican helper, who usually was around with a broom sweeping the creeping sand that would find its way on Mr. Wang's porch.