"Orean it is", replied the tall leather clad drifter responded politelly, but there was a slight sound of sleepiness on his voice. Like a cool breeze, Orean's voice didn't seem to match his garb. No rasp, nor was there the sound of somebody choking on stand for a good chunk of their lives. A firm grip as expected was recieved by amos, though that was to be expected of any drifter, not just one with a background in working with his hands.<br/><br/>"You're the man I'm looking for Mr. Williams, it's good to see you got my post", a rare thing it was noted by the former sand pirate, mail reaching it's destination on time. There was no look or sign of dismay upon being told work was starting imediately. Looking to the rising sun, then back to Amos Orean checked his canteen and slung his duffle back over his shoulder. "Bright and early is the surest way to start, I can get breakfast later", he chimed, not going to be marked as a slacker amonst these folk.<br/><br/>"Pleasure to meet your aquantainces Ms. Dresner, Caleb", Orean politely tipped his hat, but kept eyes eyes upon those he met. Noting the apparent medical expertise suggested, Orean shrugged, "doc or not, hands can be made use of in all sort of jobs. We'll get by should that prove true, at the least I can sew and I'm sure we can find liquor in this bunch. It's not the best medicine, but fare's better than none."<br/><br/>Orean seemed to approach things with a positive realism. Not that it didn't add up considering his manner of dress, but still he did wear quite a shooting iron and seem as calm as could be on a job that hadn't mentioned pay to him yet.<br/><br/>***********************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>As the sand hail kicked up, Orean's manner of dress made much more sense, the leather coverings, long hat, and now facecovering bandanna, kept him less misrable than the others. The experience sand runner aided a few of the more vocal drifters in there struggles to set up camp. Everyone was green once. Not really a father figure, but in a gunfight it was nice to know that somebody would be less inclined to think you a threat. As well as aide one an in venture to learn the follie of a future threat.<br/><br/>"Make sure you set watch, night raiders use this weather to our disadvantage", he called, speaking from experience.