Foremost, I applaud your reaction to stay and protect the clerk. However, the best fight—especially a gunfight—is the one you avoid. I wasn’t there, so I can’t judge the circumstances firsthand. But even if I were armed, my first move would have been to call the police. Engaging in a fight, let alone a gunfight with a suspected thief, would almost certainly land you in the legal system, spending large sums to defend yourself. And the very first question you'd face is: “Why didn’t you call the police?”
Wow! Got kidnapped one time! That’s pretty wild.Odd to me that the clerk didn't call the police, especially while you were out there keeping her safe. Also, I don't think that having on red shoes is enough evidence to arrest the guy, but the police showing up may have at least persuaded him not to come back to that station. Or, who knows, the police might have gotten fingerprint evidence (or other evidence, somehow) to either clear the guy or arrest him.
I'm glad you didn't end up in an altercation with the man such that you would have had to use your gun. It is fishy that he spent 15 minutes at the gas station. I can't think of a good reason for that, actually. I would have been quite suspicious, were I you. I'd probably have tried to photograph him, his car, and his license plate; I figure you didn't have the opportunity to sneakily do that.
I've had two crimes committed against me. The worst one was being kidnapped. That was really terrifying, but I managed to trick the kidnapper and get to a phone and call the police.
The other one, I called the police as soon as I scared the guy enough to make hastily leave my house. I knew his first name and that he belonged to Mensa. I called Mensa and they happily gave me his address and full name. This was 50 years ago, and it was easy to get information about people. Of course, I passed that info along to the police. Both times, I was unarmed. Except for the two appendages hanging off my torso, I have never been armed. I am good at figuring out a way to intimidate and scare people, in an emergency. The rest of the time, I am sweetness and light!
So, she may have been scared, but I can't grok that she was too scared to call the police, especially with your protection.
Most of the scary things that have happened to me was from big dogs.
A pitbull or two and a pair of Great Danes that had us trapped in our detached garage on a hot summers day. Those were all before I started carrying a gun and I felt lucky to survive.