She clutched the edge of the table with both hands, her knuckles white.
But he warned, "There might be some white knuckles along the way."
All six hands tightened in a flash of white knuckles.
Something quickened in her and she suddenly gripped my arm with white knuckles.
This is a game where white knuckles are the norm, not the exception.
In the sky over the glen, the hand was now a fist showing white knuckles.
Her fingers closed over his where he still gripped the pistol with white knuckles.
He gripped her hand with white knuckles, and could say nothing, to her or to anyone else.
Kept his hands locked behind him, so the white knuckles didn't show.
Then she dropped them to her sides, the knuckles quite white.