Just walk on, but keep an eye on the wagon.

You walk casually while watching the wagon coming closer down the patch. The peasant looks down at you and you try to avert your eyes quickly. Why does he stare at you? "Hey, where ya headin', young girl?" the peasant suddenly asks and stops his horse staring right down at you.

"Well," you quickly say, telling yourself that he is surely a good guy, nervousness arising in you though. "Yes. I'm on a journey."

"A journey, you say?"

"Yes."

"But it's gettin' late. The sun's already ready to set." The peasant casts his eyes around. "You see, girl, I'm ready to rest a little. Why don't ya jump on my wagon and rest with me a little too?"