With a final powerful stroke, a young man in buckskin pushed his laden canoe through the shallows and onto the gray gravel shore. In other parts of the country he might have been a wild Scot or Irishman, the kind that had practiced rustling and revenge on the borders of the Old World and now did the same here in the New. Here, however, far down the Mohawk, it was more likely this was a Dutchman who'd been out to trade.