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

Hearing Wakefield's early cries to ceasefire and surrender, some constables, including surveyor Cotterell, threw down their weapons and stood motionless. The pursuing warriors, incensed at the brutal and unprovoked attack on them, killed the constables without thought. 


The first constables to cross the stream were all cut down, their blood tinting the water red.  Devoid of life, other bodies littered the banks. Like red ribbons their blood trickled between the rocks, a tributary of life that eventually fed the hungry stream.


Men lay wounded, some screamed in agony, others called for mercy as warriors fell on them; silencing their cries by dispatching them with a quick thrust of a taiaha or a brutal club to the head. 


Fortunate to be alive some men ran for their lives and managed to escape eventually reaching the safety of Nelson. Five constables were wounded, leaving twenty-two Pakeha bodies scattered across a small area. 


Chapter 103