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

Barrett's Hotel, Lambton Quay, Wellington


He began filling his pipe with methodical slowness, packing the tobacco firmly in the bowl, but not too hard, it had to be just right. He placed the stem in his mouth and gave a couple of experimental sucks before lighting a match. With a grimace he slowly dipped his head, still feeling the odd twinge from the beating he'd received. With the flaming match held above the bowl, he sucked noisily, drawing the flame down. Within seconds, the smouldering tobacco enveloped him in a cloud of blue smoke, and with a vigorous wave of his hand, he extinguished the match before he burned his fingers and flicked it into a can at his feet. Dickie exhaled a long drawn out breath.


Chapter 87