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A Soldier's Journey

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. Believing God speaks to him through the archangel Gabriel, and anointed with powers, Te Ua unites his people through a common cause. He is determined to drive the imperial oppressors from Maori land and return New Zealand to the righteous. In early 1860’s New Zealand, the beautiful region of Taranaki is engulfed in a brutal land war. Continuing with its unpopular policy, the New Zealand government, bolstered by British soldiers, seeks punitive and severe action against rebel Maori who openly resist the Government’s determined effort to confiscate their lands. With regular army forces ill equipped to fight in the wilderness, the specialist highly trained ‘Forest Rangers’ are tasked to pursue rebel Maori deep into the rugged bush clad hills. The Rangers newest recruit, Moana (Ira) Rangitira, a veteran of the Crimean war, shows remarkable and unusual skills, Maori fear and call him, ‘The ghost who walks’. Ira faces challenges that test his will to survive, and can he protect what is closest to his heart, or has everything been destroyed? ‘The Breath of God’ is the first novel in the Moana Rangitira adventure series.

Paul W. Feenstra · Histoire
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Chapter 62

Eight Months Later.

February 7th, 1873, Oamaru Bay, Queen Charlotte Sounds, New Zealand, aboard the Russian Warship Petropavlovsk.

Ship-of-the-line Captain, Grigoriy Ivanovich Butackov, of the Imperial Russian Navy's ironclad frigate Petropavlovsk, paced the teak deck with growing impatience. Hands clasped behind his back, he reached the rail, swung his six-foot frame around, and began his return journey for the umpteenth time that hour. Crewmembers and officers unlucky enough to be on duty avoided his steely gaze and kept their heads down under pretence of their duties.