"You should not be here, this is not your land. You must leave!" ordered the warrior known as Chief Te Rangihaeata.

"I have a legal right to be here, it is you who are trespassing, now clear off," Cotterell responded dismissively by waving his arm, the tone of voice typically gruff and unfriendly.

Agitated at the demeanour of the Pakeha, the younger chief toyed with his musket; he felt the touch of his uncle's hand on his arm, a reminder to exercise self-control. Turning, he ...