He rubbed the long white scars on his left arm.
He pointed to a pale white scar that ran along the side of his mouth.
Dad studied the face for a moment; he paid close attention to the eyes and the white scar of a smile.
He was a young man with a long white scar running down his left cheek.
There was a white scar down one side of his torso.
What Billy saw was a white scar on the canyon wall.
A wide white scar showed on the side of the right forearm.
On his forehead was a large white scar, probably received in some battle.
I did so, making a cut right next to the tiny white scar I'd made only two days before.
There had been no little white scars on Bill's palms then.