1961, John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent[1], Penguin Books, published 2008, →ISBN:
A few days before, I snicked my forefinger with the curved banana knife at the store, and a callusy scab toughened the ball of my fingertip.
1991, Mary Gaitskill, Two Girls, Fat and Thin, Simon & Schuster, published 1998, →ISBN, page 187:
Her eyes radiated the gentlest strength I had ever experienced, her tough, hot, callusy hands supported me with the full intensity of her life.
2011, Megan Abbott, The End of Everything[2], Reagan Arthur Books, →ISBN:
I don't look at him, or even hear him anymore, but then I feel his big callusy hand on my wrist and my stomach somersaults and my breath rushes back into my mouth.