Ellis Braddock felt the sting of a bullet that he knew well. One of the outlaws had hit him. He felt around for the wound, and discovered blood on his coat. He groaned as he slumped back against the wall. Ellis prayed that he wasn't gut-shot. The pain was coursing through him but not from any specific point. He could hear guns firing all around him, and began to slowly reload his six-shooter. He kept dropping the bullets, and finally he gave up and lay back. The sounds of fighting were dying away, and all he could hear was the groans and other sounds from the wounded around him. "Doctor!" he called out, "I need a doctor!"