An overnight rain had revealed a leak, so earlier this afternoon Twinkle had set Gabe and Jack Baker to task. He didn’t mind the work. Sharing a house but not a bed with Tess for the past five nights wore on a man, made him need an outlet for his frustrations. Hammering helped. So, taking the place of convalescing Andrew Ross, Gabe had partnered with Jack to tackle the projects requiring brute strength—and hammering—around the community.Community was a good word to describe Aurora Springs, he thought. This place wasn’t a town or a ranch headquarters or even a railroad water stop. Gabe figured Aurora Springs was as close to a commune as Texas had seen since the La Reunion society disbanded back in the fifties. The folks who lived here shared their meals, their efforts, and even their wealth in an effort to further the cause that appeared to unite them. From what Gabe had discovered, everyone who lived here had a stake of one sort or another in these spooklights or Kissing Stars, to use Tess’s term.He wondered why she used that name.
