Mated Enemies

Chapter 1: Prologue:

The small town of Badger's Creek slept well beneath the dark cover of night. Outside the blue velvet night sky was blanketed with stars, the air cool and crisp, waiting to meet the morning's steamy balm. From above, the town was the picture of perfection; with it's red steeple roofs and brightly painted red barns, dark shingled white dwellings in the middle of green-green fields. Horses dotted the landscape, corralled for miles behind long stretches of ranch fencing, as geese and swans floated gently down the streams and lakes that bordered the sleepy valley. While white coated sheep grazed at will in the lower hollows, bleating out their content. It's a dreamer's vision of a sleepy idyllic, New England village of days gone by. Quaint and picturesque, Badger's Creek is one of those places, which time forgot, and it forgot sometime in the last two and a half centuries. The streets are lined with little cottage like homes with large four hundred-year old