He sat at the kitchen table and picked up the revolver. Before proceeding, he pointed the gun over his right shoulder so he could look down the chambers to ensure no bullets had been left there an era ago. After putting the gun down upon the buffing cloth he’d spread before him, Owen spilled out the contents of the kit onto an old towel above the gun.
According to the web info he’d read, his self-assigned chore was to take up the gun, disassemble it, clean and lubricate each part, then reassemble it. That sounded simple enough.