Author:
Paul W. Feenstra is a historical fiction novelist. Meticulously researched and detailed, his character driven novels create a dramatic window into our chronicled and complex past. Born in Wellington, New Zealand, in 1959, to Dutch immigrants, Paul still commutes to Los Angeles, California, where he worked as a multiple ‘Emmy’ nominated entertainment industry professional.

Will justice prevail over greed and ruthless ambition?

July 1839, without the permission of the English Government, the New Zealand Company ship, Tory, quietly departed England, anxious to reach New Zealand with the utmost speed. Expedition leader, Colonel William Wakefield’s objective is clear –  acquire millions of acres of valuable land from the natives at the lowest possible price.

On board the Tory, Andrew and Eleanor Stewart, young Scottish emigrants indentured to the New Zealand Company, are excited at the prospect of beginning a new life in a perfect town called Britannia. It’s the Utopia the company promised. 

Boundary highlights adversity as settlers struggle to survive the hardships of a new colony. Where mounting claims of illegally obtained lands and deception force local Maori chiefs to resist. How much more can they endure before they finally take action and revolt? 

Caught between the loyalty to their employer, and helping Maori, Andrew and Eleanor encounter schemers and murderers as they challenge the powerful New Zealand Company and the men who govern. Meticulously researched, Boundary is a story of greed and injustice, and draws attention to an often-misunderstood dark passage in New Zealand’s early colonial history.

Boundary

As Barrett wearily struggled up the track and into the hills surrounding the whaling station, he considered his priorities. He had to avoid suspicion, safeguard himself against anyone who could be considered a witness and point a finger at him, and more importantly, not allow the public to see him display any open hostility or animosity towards his target. To accomplish this he needed to use guile and cunning, dealing with each problem from afar - one at a time. This was how he had met with previous successes and he would do so again.


Taking a moment to regain his breath, he stopped and removed his jacket, then wiped his brow. It wasn't hot today, but for the decidedly unfit and overweight man, the exertions posed an unpleasant physical challenge. 


"How much further, Dickie?" questioned one of his companions, who followed about ten yards behind.


"For you two, not far," replied Dickie. "See that tree up the track? You'll wait there for me until I return."


Chapter 59