Walter was constantly amazed at how well Kenzie handled the<em>Ellie May</em>.   He was a competent pilot himself, but the old girl just seemed to respond to Kenzie's touch like a purring kitten.   He had, on occasion, asked her if she'd had any pilot's training in her past, but she was evasive on that subject, as she tended to be.  And although he was curious, he didn't press the matter.   All he cared about was that she could fly his darling ship, and she did that quite well.<br/><br/>The bounty hunter relinquished the controls over to the blond woman, trusting in her capable hands.  He watched through the viewport as Jules' shots neatly took out one of the sloop's engines.  It pitched hard to starboard, the remaining engine suddenly finding itself having to do all the work.   Debris from the other thruster floated into space, forming an expanding comet-tail behind the ship as it flew.    McClean was trying to do evasive action, but it was like watching a one-winged bird trying to fly.  "Keep on her, Kenz," he shouted encouragement, as he swung himself out of the pilot's chair.  He grabbed the mouthpiece to his transmitter again.  "Make it easy on yourself, Jethro," he warned.  "You're not gettin' away from us.  We're taking you in, one way or another."<br/><br/>There was no response on the receiver.  "Dammit," muttered Walter.   He  stalked aft of the cutter, toward the docking bay.  It was looking more and more like he'd have to use the grapnel.  He pulled one of the ship's space suits off of the bulk, suited up, and yanked the helmet down over his head.   He secured the latches in place, and turned the suit on.  He felt it fill with pressurized air, and the steady flow of oxygen to his helmet.  Finally, he grabbed a shotgun, made sure it was weapons-ready, before eyeing the grapnel gun.<br/><br/>"See if you can hit that other engine, Jules," he said into the ship's shortwave.  "This'll be a lot easier if he's not movin'."