Bill can be stakeholder and give us the word.

There's just six cartridges left in the box for me." Peter Johnson smiled brightly, disclosing a row of small, white, perfect teeth.

He got to his feet stiffly and shook his aged legs; he took out his gun, twirled the cylinder, and slipped in an extra cartridge.
"I always carry the hammer on an empty chamber--safer that way," he explained.
He put the gun back in the holster, dug up a wallet, and produced a gold piece for the stakeholder.
"You'd better clean your gun, young man," he said.

"It must be pretty foul by now." Jim followed this advice, taking ten minutes for the operation.

Meantime the Californian replaced the targets with new ones--old tin dinner plates this time--and voiced a philosophical regret over his recent defeat.