The girl's face flamed an angry red under her Crimpled thatch of hair.
"Stories of the Foot-hills"
Margaret Collier Graham
His flesh Crimpled with physical repulsion, but he meant to try; perhaps he could shoot the man in the mask, so that there would be another huddled, lifeless Thing on the floor, and another creeping red stream.
"The Lure of the Dim Trails"
by (AKA B. M. Sinclair) B. M. Bower