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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.

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108 Chs

Chapter 69

Three men stepped out from the shadows, surprising Barrett for the second time that day. Two stood threateningly in front and one stood behind him, they had him surrounded and there was nothing he could do. He was unarmed and vulnerable. He never put himself in a position where he needed to protect himself; he hired other men for that unpleasant task.

"Dickie, fancy meeting you out 'ere then," said the largest whaler with an unkempt beard and a broad smile that failed to hide rotting, black teeth.

"Thoughtful of you to consider my welfare and escort me back to the station," said Dickie using his cheeriest voice.

"I don't zink vee have come to help you," said Claude from behind. "Non, non, you will not be leaving here mon ami."

Dickie placed the bottle carefully in his pocket and turned to the side so he could see all three whalers and raised both hands to placate them.