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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 · History
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108 Chs

Chapter 53

Pork-Chop.

"Andy?" yelled Eleanor, as she walked quickly towards him with Aroha at her side.

"Oh no!" She exclaimed and put both hands to her face. "Pork-Chop!"

Te Wharepouri looked on in puzzlement, he turned to Aroha questioning her.

Eleanor stood beside Andrew and looked in horror at the carcass before them, it was their pig, their Pork-Chop.

"Are you offended by pig meat?" asked Aroha.

"No... no, we are not," replied Andrew trying hard to regain his composure, his voice shook in fury. He pointed to the carcass, "This was our pig! Barrett's men must have gone to our home and slaughtered her while we were here."

Aroha translated for her father. His curiosity turned to anger as he understood what had happened. "Do you want to take pig home?" he asked, without the need of Aroha.

After a moment's pause, "Please accept this pig as our gift. As our koha?" Eleanor stated, and looked to Aroha to confirm the correct use of the word koha.