the next day he dragged his father into town to help him choose and load a stone onto their wagon for the grave , and the two men , one working as mechanically as a machine , set the stone at her grave just as the sun set , a rare and bright magenta , and abel remarked it was a passionate color in the sky that evening and asked his son for his mothers name , for she had never told him her indian name , and she had never allowed him to call her rosie .