دانلود رمان انگلیسی “کوین”

The sun beat down mercilessly on the old saloon, its weathered clapboard siding a testament to nearly a century of neglect. Another Texas summer hung over the town of Four Corners, now more commonly known as Sadieville. Quinn Farraday stood with his boot propped against a pile of broken lath and plaster, surveying the building’s skeletal interior with a critical eye. One of the crew carried stacks of broken chairs and rotted tables covered with demolition debris to the front porch. Progress, sure but steady. He liked that. Returning to the assigned task, his work-gloved hand brushed against the crumbling walls, feeling the decades of history beneath his fingertips. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light streaming through the gaps in the termite riddled siding, soon to be replaced by cement board. Inside, the bare structure would be covered with plenty of insulation and modern sheetrock. He grunted, shifting his weight and adjusting his grip on the pry bar. Another day, another renovation. Board by board, building by building, Sadieville had slowly been coming back to life. One episode at a time, the dust, cobwebs, and rotted wood in the once-forgotten ghost town, had painstakingly given way to the beginnings of an attractive and inviting small town. The Mercantile had seen the first transition captured for television, transformed from dusty ghost town seller of wares, to a modern souvenir and gift shop. Next, a nearby group of homestead houses had been rehabbed for the families the town hoped to draw. His brother Neil and his wife Nora moved into the first home. After that came the hotel—and now the old saloon would soon become the local restaurant. Designed to serve the production and construction crews alike for lunch, not that the crews didn’t love Molly’s gourmet food truck, an air conditioned eating establishment would be a welcome addition. In the evening, this would become a fine dining experience for the hotel guests and growing number of town residents the Tuckers Bluff Council had been working so hard to attract. The camera crew from Construction Cousins reality TV show circled like vultures, their equipment catching every swing of a hammer, every cloud of demolition dust, and of course, every mishap, prank, and moment of shenanigans that ensued. “This place already looks better.” Nodding his approval at the scene, his brother Neil crossed to a makeshift workbench cobbled together from salvaged lumber and unrolled his architectural drawings. “We’re keeping as much of the original footprint as possible.” Quinn’s gaze flickered briefly to the blueprint, catching the key details. The design would preserve the bones of the old café while bringing it into the modern era. Tracing a line on the blueprint, Neil tapped his finger on the page. “The idea is to modernize the kitchen.” “Duh,” Morgan teased from across the large room. Rolling his eyes, Neil ignored his older brother. “Open up the dining area. The town council wants something that still feels authentic to the original era, but can actually serve more than lukewarm coffee and day-old pie.” On a ladder by the large window, Morgan laughed, pulling down another small section of lath and plaster. Wooden strips pulled away from the wall, revealing the rough-hewn studs beneath. Chunks of hardened plaster crumbled to the floor, releasing decades of settled dust. “Speaking of pie, I hope they find a real chef. Not some celebrity who thinks wearing a white coat makes them Gordon Ramsay.”