One led down the mountain toward the west, and was the way they took to the nearest clearing five or six miles beyond and to the supply store some three miles further.

One led off to the east, and was less travelled, being the way to the great world; and the third led down behind the cabin, and was desolate and barren under the moon.

It led down, back, and away to desolation, where five graves lay stark and ugly at the end.

It was the way they had taken that afternoon.
She paused just an instant as if hesitating which way to take.

Not the way to the west--ah, any but that! To the east?
Yes, surely, that must be the trail she would eventually strike; but she had a duty yet to perform.