The merchant yawned, trusting his horses to remember the rest of the way to town from here. They were usually right, except when they went to the next town over, which still worked out because he could visit his sister.
He almost fell out of his seat when the horses came to a stop.
"Oh, help me," pleaded a beautiful, waifish woman, "My wagon broke down just past these dense bushes!"
If not for the horses, he may not have stopped to help.