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

Cotterell removed his hat and wiped his brow as a labourer came up the hill running towards him, breathing hard and clearly out of breath.


"They be comin, they're comin!" yelled the young man as he pulled up panting.


"Māori, sir. A whole lot of 'em, over there in the bay, in canoes!" He waved his arm to point in the distance.


Shading his eyes, Cotterell scanned the area. Just as the young labourer stated, there were a number of canoes heading towards the mouth of the river.


"Get back to work, boy, I'll deal with it." 


The labourer ran off to rejoin his crew.


Replacing his hat, Cotterell looked again. He counted eight canoes and a whaleboat. Although too distant to count the number of men, it was a significant number, he thought. He hoped this was nothing serious and that he could warn them away if they came this way. Seeing something was amiss, the survey team stopped working and all watched nervously. 


Chapter 97