Land Court Hearings, Wellington

Colonel Wakefield was in a trance and sat at his desk staring into nothing. A housefly buzzing around the room broke the spell, and with a resigned sigh, he returned to the present and the unpleasantness of his mounting challenges. He was receiving constant pressure from immigrants who were increasingly upset and becoming more vocal about the lack of work available to them. They'd been promised jobs, and under the strategy outlined by ...