Half-surprised by the gesture, he chuckles to himself and reloads, movements as sure as they are practiced.

He lines up the target, aims, and fires; six shots, and he's surveying his handiwork.

It's a near-perfect set -- two rounds hit the center X, and four ring it within the center circle, marking north, south, east and west.

Holstering the Colt once more, he makes for the target to replace it.