She hurried only to stop.

Driven, pursued, barred, she had no way to escape the flaying thoughts, no time or will to repudiate them.

The death of her girlhood, the rending aside of a veil of maiden mystery only vaguely instinctively guessed, the barren, sordid truth of her life as seen by her enlightened eyes, the bitter realization of the vileness of men of her clan in contrast to the manliness and chivalry of an enemy, the hard facts of unalterable repute as created by slander and fostered by low minds, all these were forces in a cataclysm that had suddenly caught her heart and whirled her through changes immense and agonizing, to bring her face to face with reality, to force upon her suspicion and doubt of all she had trusted, to warn her of the dark, impending horror of a tragic bloody feud, and lastly to teach her the supreme truth at once so glorious and so terrible--that she could not escape the doom of womanhood.
About noon that day Ellen Jorth arrived at the Knoll, which was the location of her father's ranch.

Three canyons met there to form a larger one.

The knoll was a symmetrical hill situated at the mouth of the three canyons.