Ellis saw the thief emerge from the store across the way.  He tucked the cigar box in his coat and drew his old army revolver.  He stepped around his potential customer and took careful aim on the running man.  He squeezed the trigger six times, sending a bunch of hot lead at Horace.  To Ellis it was as matter-of-fact as tying his shoes, the look on his face did not change.  Then he heard shots behind him in the bar, and he thought more shots somewhere else in town.  Clearly the robbery was not an isolated incident.  Ellis spit out his fresh cigar and turned away from his target, walking to one of the windows of the saloon.  He crouched and looked through the shattered glass and saw the wounded sheriff.  He sat down with his back to the wall and reloaded his six-shooter.  Then he rose just enough to peek his head over the wall.  Steadying his hands on the windowsill, he took aim on several of the criminals that he could see.  He squeezed off two rounds then paused to assess the situation.  He took aim on another one and fired two more rounds.