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Boundary

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.

Paul W. Feenstra · Historia
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Chapter 90

Charles was feeling uncomfortable, his nerves beginning to take their toll on him. He looked over at Dickie who was now sweating profusely; his pipe lay on the table.

"I think we should have a toast, eh?" suggested Barrett.

"Ya, vhy not."

Once the glasses of all players had been filled, Brannagh raised his glass, "To the winner!" and downed his glass.

"Hear, hear!" The others replied and followed suit, draining their glasses to grimaces.

The signed agreement was placed in the middle of the table on top of the money, where it sat waiting for the winner to claim it.

Charles' heart was pounding frantically, he was sure that others could hear it. He looked again at Barrett who was wiping his brow with a handkerchief.

Neatly folding the cloth and placing it back in his pocket, he looked up and said, "Charles?"