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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 · História
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116 Chs

Chapter 52

Te Wharepouri greeted Te Rauparaha with the traditional M?ori greeting, a hongi, and then the two chiefs, with bowed heads, walked solemnly side by side towards the lifeless body of Ngaiti. Te Rauparaha raised his hand slightly, indicating to Te Wharepouri that he intended to walk the last few steps in solitude.

"I don"t think parents should outlive their children," said Eleanor with sadness. "I can"t possibly imagine what that poor man is feeling right now. He looks so alone and sorrowful."

Aroha turned to look at Eleanor, her big eyes moist.

She was in love with Ngaiti, Eleanor realised. She reached forward to grasp her hand, offering comfort and understanding.

The marae settled down to a steady rhythm of visitors and relatives who trickled in to honour Ngaiti. The chiefs gathered together and discussed matters of importance, reestablishing bonds and strengthening relationships, and to the joy of some, even arranging a marriage or two.