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.